December 4, 2009
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One Fine Day
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I think i should give it up. cut and paste is my life now. currently. since when i have internet, i don´t have time to type things up. these are random things from the past…i dunno…few weeks. many random things add up to something specific. or so i am told.
not really. i made that up.
*Recipe for a good day: or…11 steps to someplace good:
1. Find a bus. Any bus.
2. Take it without positive destinations.
3. Get off. Wherever you want to
4. Buy fresh fruit for lunch. Street venders
5. See things you have never seen before
6. Wave to the ocean. Let it wave back.
7. Buy snacks. More street venders. Walking is better while eating
8. Meet up with friends at the mall
9. Wash your dirty feet in the public restroom
10. Follow interesting people around. Follow boring people and imagine them interesting.
11. Let yourself be happy
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I just realized I feel guilty for being happy. For not being so busy. When there isn’t something I am supposed to be doing and I have free time. And I am not push, push, push. I stop and then scramble around…looking for it. Whatever the “it” is. I must be missing something, I must not be doing what I should…productive…I must find more ways of being productive.
Screw productivity. Screw always looking for something because what I have isn’t enough.
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I have forgotten how to be indignant. Frustrated. Angry. Madder than heck at evil and determined as hell that it will not conquer. Last week we couldn’t give the kids any lunch because they didn’t deliver the gas for the stove. This week the cook is sick, next week it will be something else…
Once upon a time, I would have been upset about this. Written e-mails and huffed and puffed. Now I listen and think, well…this is that. I have given in. complacent. My enemies of politics, government and reality have struck me down and I lay there willingly. Yes—there is a time to rest. Say thank you, enjoy it…and then get back ot work and enjoy that as well. Ebb and flow, life is always moving. Even stagnant is circulating.
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I got hit by a car. Well, just the mirror. But still. It hurt and it scare me. In my defence, I did look before I crossed the street. I just looked the wrong way on a one way. I have to quit walking and thinking at the same time.
Cha de Alegria.
Set up on the side of the road
Under the night sky
I saw a shooting star
I hate hand washing my clothes. Especially jeans. Have you ever washed your jeans by hand? It is hard. Really. We need to fix the washing machine.
Catch the bus to the beach + Acai na tagela = Heaven
I met a street juggler named Wally. He works for the circus in Recife, but he prefers the street. More artistic. Democratic. Free for all. He dances too. I sat on the corner and watched while he performed for the cars stopped at the light. I liked watching their reactions even more than I liked watching him.
I was the music worship leader in Church the other Sunday. Sort of by accident. But it worked. I didn’t know all the words, but everyone helped me. Then it happened. In the third song, the fly flew into my mouth. Luckily, only a few people noticed. I calmly took the bugger out of my mouth and kept singing. But I did giggle during prayer, when no one was looking. Uggggg…that was so gross.
