I took down all the posters in my room last night. I felt I was getting too old to have movie posters hang in my room. That night, as I laid in bed, I could see the shadow of my blinds created from the streetlight across the street. I hadn't seen them for about five years -- when i put up the posters. As I looked at the shadows on the wall I felt as if I was 17 again. But it was a short-lived moment, because nothing will ever be the same as it was five years ago.
I slept very well last night.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Return!/Gatsby
Wow! It's been so long! Well, fret not my loyal army of readers, my phone is back in action and that also means I am too. I will blog about my tree since I haven't been able to do so since I purchased it.
On the last day of the Philadelphia Flower Show, Kristin and I got a sweet ass deal on two infant redwoods. They were practically screaming for us from the "3 for $6" table. I was anxious to not return home empty handed so when I saw a twig in a pot of soil I said, "Why not?". I grabbed one for Kristin and one for me (the two biggrest twigs I saw) and was about to get in line to purchase them. We both figured "Cool. A nice little plant for us each to take care of and talk about." Wrong. I asked the friendly sales-lady what two objects I held in my hands and a little bit about how to take care of them. To our surprise I was holding two infant trees. She told us to keep them moist and give them plenty of sun. And not to plant them until the first day of Spring. We obliged. I asked her how tall these trees typically grow. She said "One fifty". We paused waiting for some unit of measurement we've never heard before. "Feet" she said. To which Kristin hastily responded "Sold!"
We chose our individual plants and took them to our respective houses. After a week of watering and feeding it sun via my bedroom window, my tree has grown about half an inch and has sprouted MANY tiny green leaves. It has also gained a name; Gatsby. I'm a sucker for literature and he's by far one of my favorite characters in any book ever.
Tomorrow is the first day of Spring. Tomorrow is when I plant Gatsby where he'll be (hopefully) for the next 1000 years. It will be a joyous occasion, but it will be terribly sad to see Gatsby out in the real world all by himself. Instead of a little plastic pot on my windowsill.
On the last day of the Philadelphia Flower Show, Kristin and I got a sweet ass deal on two infant redwoods. They were practically screaming for us from the "3 for $6" table. I was anxious to not return home empty handed so when I saw a twig in a pot of soil I said, "Why not?". I grabbed one for Kristin and one for me (the two biggrest twigs I saw) and was about to get in line to purchase them. We both figured "Cool. A nice little plant for us each to take care of and talk about." Wrong. I asked the friendly sales-lady what two objects I held in my hands and a little bit about how to take care of them. To our surprise I was holding two infant trees. She told us to keep them moist and give them plenty of sun. And not to plant them until the first day of Spring. We obliged. I asked her how tall these trees typically grow. She said "One fifty". We paused waiting for some unit of measurement we've never heard before. "Feet" she said. To which Kristin hastily responded "Sold!"
We chose our individual plants and took them to our respective houses. After a week of watering and feeding it sun via my bedroom window, my tree has grown about half an inch and has sprouted MANY tiny green leaves. It has also gained a name; Gatsby. I'm a sucker for literature and he's by far one of my favorite characters in any book ever.
Tomorrow is the first day of Spring. Tomorrow is when I plant Gatsby where he'll be (hopefully) for the next 1000 years. It will be a joyous occasion, but it will be terribly sad to see Gatsby out in the real world all by himself. Instead of a little plastic pot on my windowsill.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
WHERE is a Keith????
Hello FOK (Friends of Keith):
This is a message for all (three) of you out there reading this (or trying to). I would like to apologize on his behalf for the absence of Keith over the past several days. Try as he might, he cannot get his not-so-cool-anymore Google phone to work. At all. So between bouts of saying, "I wish I'd gotten the iPhone," and tossing the G1 against walls and car floors, he hasn't had the time or technology (his loaner phone is not nearly as advanced as the aforementioned Google) to update his blog as of late. He hopes you will forgive this when he comes back and blogs happily away.
Thank you all for your support in this trying time,
Kristin
This is a message for all (three) of you out there reading this (or trying to). I would like to apologize on his behalf for the absence of Keith over the past several days. Try as he might, he cannot get his not-so-cool-anymore Google phone to work. At all. So between bouts of saying, "I wish I'd gotten the iPhone," and tossing the G1 against walls and car floors, he hasn't had the time or technology (his loaner phone is not nearly as advanced as the aforementioned Google) to update his blog as of late. He hopes you will forgive this when he comes back and blogs happily away.
Thank you all for your support in this trying time,
Kristin
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Snow Delay (Please?)
Today I woke up, after having a day off due to snow, not wanting to go to work. The same snow that closed the city down yesterday is still piled in my street, so it's pretty ironic the city took a day off and couldn't even get plows to take care of our streets.
Well anyway, I woke up about ten minutes late, but didn't worry because the trains are typically delayed several minutes during shitty weather. I got some clothes on, brushed my teeth, blah blah typical morning routine. By the time I got to the train station it was right when the train usually arrives. I still had to buy a ticket so I was glad it wasn't right on time like I predicted. As I crossed the tracks I found out my prediction was wrong. Its light turned the corner and the bells began going off where it was about to cross the road -- where I was standing. I jumped off of the tracks, not to get out of the way, but to race the train to the ticket office.
So here I am. Wearing sneakers and no socks, plowing through the snow with my jacket unzipped and my bag hanging off one of my arms. Of course I make it to the office in good time, but alas... Deborah Debit-Card was making a purchase. I waited for ten seconds and then jumped on the now-leaving train. I had to pay a $1.50 surcharge. That could have bought me coffee to make this morning a little less suckier.
Well anyway, I woke up about ten minutes late, but didn't worry because the trains are typically delayed several minutes during shitty weather. I got some clothes on, brushed my teeth, blah blah typical morning routine. By the time I got to the train station it was right when the train usually arrives. I still had to buy a ticket so I was glad it wasn't right on time like I predicted. As I crossed the tracks I found out my prediction was wrong. Its light turned the corner and the bells began going off where it was about to cross the road -- where I was standing. I jumped off of the tracks, not to get out of the way, but to race the train to the ticket office.
So here I am. Wearing sneakers and no socks, plowing through the snow with my jacket unzipped and my bag hanging off one of my arms. Of course I make it to the office in good time, but alas... Deborah Debit-Card was making a purchase. I waited for ten seconds and then jumped on the now-leaving train. I had to pay a $1.50 surcharge. That could have bought me coffee to make this morning a little less suckier.
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