RIP One of the Greats

Another great artist passed today. Sadly, our world is a little less soulful than it was this morning. I really loved Prince. He was funky and badass. A legend.

Just like Bowie, he had a lot of different iterations. This is my favorite Prince (above) relaxed and au natural.
Which is your favorite Prince?

Worst Run Ever

Imagine feeling cold, sweaty, thirsty, hungry, nauseous, sore in the hamstring, angry, disappointed, and worst of all trapped on a 15 mile run which you can't cut short because you're in the forest and have to run back to your car.

When you run as much as I do, bad runs are just part of the territory I suppose. But, damn, I'm feeling bad about myself.

Let it go

Remember this?





Well, now it is this.




After a few months, some tomatoes, a few squash, and several batches of pesto the garden went to shit and I let it happen. I didn't weed it, the basil bolted and I just stopped picking the cherry tomatoes. Why? I came to the realization that I just don't like gardening. Sure, I like the idea of gardening: getting close to the ground, growing my own food and then eating it. But I just don't like the work. I don't know what that says about me and I don't really care. I like to do other things like run, do yoga, bake things, drink coffee, and buy my vegetables at the market. So. There.

An intellectual rut

People of the courts,

I've come to the conclusion that I am stuck in an intellectual rut this week. I can't get excited about anything from the day-to-day. Sometimes reading something interesting or watching a well-written television comedy will do it for me, but no. I can't even get excited about my coffee in the morning (something that used to be my impetus for rising). Thinking about things to blog about has resulted in pointless discussion of macaroni and cheese and writing acrostic poems with the word BORED.

I need to go on a pilgrimage. Or a treasure hunt. Or vacation.

Or maybe just shut up and stop complaining? I mean, really. Talk about contentment, self.

Things in the present or near future with the potential for hoisting me from my intellectual rut and allowing me to reclaim my seat on the pursuit-of-contentment train:

1) Song lyrics like "When I think about you, flowers grow out of my grave". The thought of zombie love stories= good.

2) In 2 Weeks, I will travel to NCCAT to seminar on "Is There a Children's Book in You?"; maybe there will be...

3) In the month of April, I will do the 30 day challenge- 30 days straight of Bikram Hot Yoga. The 105 degree heat will cause my boredom to burn up and exit my body via steam and sweat.

4) In the next month or two, I will know where we will be next year. Hopefully.

November 2010...deceptively somber

November has come to be one of my favorite months over the past few years. November is the month of our wedding anniversary. November is the month of, not one, but several school holidays. And, November has Thanksgiving- one of the holidays which I find tolerable and actually somewhat enjoyable. November has come to be the new October! Better leaves, better weather!

But this year, something strange has happened. This November has been riddled with tragedies and family crisis. Without going into too much detail, sparing those involved and their loved ones, I will just say that this November I have heard about 4 deaths, 2 family crises, and one in between. What is going on??? Dealing with this much sadness is tiring and makes one wary of hearing any news at all for fear that it is another piece of sadness.

I am just having faith that good things are happening somewhere.