nerd alert: 6.16.10

my life is now complete.  newsies. gaga. christian bale. 

update: move 100 miles

Maybe I'm just not cut out to move.  One month into my personal challenge to move 100 miles and I'm going nowhere.  Literally and figuratively.  But seriously, at the rate I'm going, if I hit 2 miles a day, I only have 45 more days until I cross the finish line!  


My main problem is continuity.  I find it difficult to come home from work and find the enthusiasm to work out.  And don't even think about working out in the morning - I'm a snooze-forEVA-kind-of-girl.  And to be fair, it has been raining non-stop in Minneapolis the past couple weeks.


So, instead of moving measurable miles (alliteration, sigh.), I bought a new yoga mat and have been enjoying a little Denise Austin and a strange desert lady in a white unitard with major cameltoe:

I'm not moving as far as I thought, but I'm staying active and I feel healthy and I really need to see Marta the tailor so I can't really complain.  I'm on track, just taking the scenic route to 100.

oh yeah!

heard this on the current today:





...makes me wanna party!!


This week is busy as hell at work.  Last weekend I had nothing to do so it was suggested I go looking for work.  By emailing every single attorney in the place...needless to say, I'm slammed.  So, I look up, it's lunchtime; I look up, it was time to go home 30 minutes ago.  Better busy than bored!


Big weekend ahead!  I'm heading up north to the cabin with some friends and how lucky are we - The Ramona Fritz Band is playing on Saturday!!  I'm packing my dancing shoes!!


Awesome quote of the day:  "The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it."  Check out the full article at Ms. JD!




Crawlin' towards the weekend...

so pretty.

i l.o.v.e. everything about
this wedding from One Love Photo:

writing.

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you 

in spite of everything, 

don’t do it. 

unless it comes unasked out of your 

heart and your mind and your mouth 

and your gut, 

don’t do it. 

if you have to sit for hours 

staring at your computer screen 

or hunched over your typewriter 

searching for words, 

don’t do it. 

if you’re doing it for money or fame, 

don’t do it. 

if you’re doing it because you want 

women in your bed, 

don’t do it. 

if you have to sit there and 

rewrite it again and again, 

don’t do it. 

if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, 

don’t do it. 

if you’re trying to write like somebody else, 

forget about it. 

if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 

then wait patiently. 

if it never does roar out of you, 

do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife 

or your girlfriend or your boyfriend 

or your parents or to anybody at all, 

you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers, 

don’t be like so many thousands of 

people who call themselves writers, 

don’t be dull and boring and 

pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-love. 

the libraries of the world have 

yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. 

don’t add to that. 

don’t do it. 

unless it comes out of 

your soul like a rocket, 

unless being still would 

drive you to madness or 

suicide or murder, 

don’t do it. 

unless the sun inside you is 

burning your gut, 

don’t do it.

when it is truly time, 

and if you have been chosen, 

it will do it by 

itself and it will keep on doing it 

until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

--Charles Bukowski via Bitter Lawyer

nerd alert 6.13.10

pretty solid acting by this cute little danish boy:  

love. this. song.

Sunshine and Summertime!

Epic fail at posting often.  Just too busy this summer!  Work, bro's graduation, random family gatherings, and trying to see friends has kept me from mcbloggin'.


Tomorrow, I'm finally cabin bound.  It has been way too long!  

the mighty birch.