I Love You

Ti voglio bene - Italian
Je'taime - French
Te quiero - Spanish
Miluji te - Czech
Tsi ge yu i - Cherokee
Ta gra agam ort - Gaelic
S'agapo - Greek
Aloha au la`oe
Aishiteru - japanese
Eu te amo - Portuguese

Fat People Matter More

If more mass equals more matter, is it good to be fatter?

Wish

The ocean and the tree have my wish :)

Beach Houses

The hurricane hit Mass yesterday.  Bill and I were in Portsmouth watching the Bruins, ordering the best wangs ever, and we couldn't stay in our seats.  The light outside was so crazy.  First it was blue with these awesome, puffy clouds.  Then the skies were tinted hot, soft, pink.  Then there was this golden light, like everything was sepia-tioned for twenty minutes or so.  One of my bosses, Tharon, was driving home from Waltham when a radio announcer declared a state of emergency and cautioned all drivers to pull over and seek shelter.  That's a nice thought, but how do you hide from or prepare for something like a freak tornado?  I started thinking about the predictions Bill has been making about this hurricane season, hows it's going to be amazingly bad, and I know he's right.  Mass shouldn't be getting this kind of weather and I don't think NH has seen a winter this harsh and cold before now.
    I went running on the beach today and could't help but notice how close some of the houses are built to the water.  A few have less than a 10 foot buffer of grass between themselves and the sea.  Who's bright idea was that?  What's going to happen to said houses if hurricane season is freakishly worse than usual?  Putting masking tape on the windows, hiding in the basement, what is that going to do for the houses in such close proximity to a being like the Ocean.  If you're looking to believe in something bigger than yourself, if you need an example of eternity, you don't have to look any further than the water.  The Ocean is life.  It is darkness.  It is eternal in It's wisdom and It knows it.  If you want to test the limits of its mercy and resolve, all you have to do is get too close or go too deep and it may be compelled to remind you just where you stand in the greater scheme of things.

Toro: the Neighborhood Friendly Boy

That’s how Bill introduced you to me, as the neighborhood friendly boy, the beach boy, the best boy.  You were all those things.  You died on Wednesday, it was awful.   Nat found you and he covered you with your blanket.  You waited until everyone was gone and then you left too.  Bill called me on his way home from work, he sounded okay then, I cried like a baby.  He said I could come over for a small ceremony, but I had to keep it together.  I thought he was serious.  I had to wash my face twice and put on makeup just to look remotely composed.  When I got to your house it was dark.  I brought dinner and Jameson and found that I was already two shots behind.  There is something so unnerving, so endearing, and so horrible about seeing grown men cry, even if they are young men.  It means something horrible really has happened.  Then your Papa came home.  Nat had called him at work and he’d rushed to get to you.  We picked a spot and dug your grave together, on the side of the Squire.  Originally, Papa Dave was going to put you in his Mom’s backyard, but we didn’t want you stuck with a pack of ferrel chihuahuas for eternity.  Your Pap carried you outside and everyone said something, you’re buried with Bill’s blanket, my scarf and a rock.  Yesterday your boys put rocks over your spot and Bill even tossed one in the ocean for you.  He’s really sad.  You know he’s a stoic, but he loved you so much, he cried as much as I did- that’s a lot.  At least I can get away from it, the truth, they can’t.  They walk around the Squire and everything reminds them of you.  We’re watching out for your Pap, making sure he’s okay in your absence.  We miss you boy and we’ll love you always.

Unemployment

    I got laid off yesterday.  In parting, my former employer gave me two weeks severance, a quick apology, and the promise of a sterling recommendation.  The best thing about being laid off, is nothing.  Like grief, coming to terms with unemployment has it's stages.  Shock, anger, sadness, bad TV, panic, more sadness, drunkenness, laziness, the list goes on.  The problem is, it seems you don't experience each stage just once. I've cried about it at least three times, I've panicked even more than that, but it's the bad TV thats bothering my currently.  I saw at least three previews for movies about getting married and they're all coming out in the next few weeks.  What the hell is that?  Sure, for the people getting married this spring or summer, it's very cutesy; but what about the rest of us?  What about the people way too unattractive to embrace the idea of marriage?  What about the hopelessly unemployed (c'est moi)?  The crazy cat ladies?  The elderly?  Homosexual individuals (in most states)?  You couldn't throw us a zombie flick, maybe a heist, or some form of espionage since we're clearly not getting married and thus cannot identify?  I think the titles of the upcoming "films" are something like, " Bridesmaids", "Something Borrowed", and I can't remember the other one but it was pretty lame too.
      Day two of being laid off, I had to go shopping for an interview outfit.  Since, I wore scrubs to my last job, I really don't have any formal work clothing.  After the second hour of shopping, I began to envy the people who become suicidal when they're laid off.  I've applied to 16 jobs so far and am either under or overqualified for all but one.  That one is perfect and I'm willing to bet it'll be the one I never hear back from.  Just kidding, I don't plan on hearing back from at least half of them.  Ouch.

Cocoa Puffs

I really like that we're not pussy-footing around with chocolate flavored cereals anymore.  Move over Count Chocula, Cocoa Puffs, and Cocoa Pebbles, because Kellogg's is straight up puting chocolate chunks in their cereal.  Also, apparently if I eat this crap twice a day I'll actually lose weight.  What has become of the food pyramid in this country?