I enjoy running,

it's a good time. I like to run long distances and watch my surroundings change. Watching terrain and scenery pass by gives one a very special satisfaction. It doesn't matter how one does it: it can be by foot, bike, car, boat, plane, or anything, that movement is still there. It's very meditative, as well. During runs I achieve a sort of clarity I don't often otherwise experience, and I find I can see clearly what I need to do, where I need to go, and how I need to do those things. The same applies to extended solo road trips.

All these conceptual things are great. But one of the biggest things I love about running is that it just makes me feel good. I don't always get excited about it. Sometimes I do, but sometimes I have to stop thinking and just do it. Once I get outside and stretched and start running, I always enjoy it. I've never thought "dammit. now why the hell did I decide to do this?" I recommend it for everybody. It's fun!

Itchy Feet?

they don't really apply

I get cold feet sometimes, other times they're hot. SOMETIMES THEY'RE NORMAL.

I recommend washing feet. They're walked on: they become soiled. The skin, it gets old and needs to get out.

Get it out!

Soap.

100 things

THE GOODS
music
food
clothes
peruvian red wine
vibram five fingers
german white wine
tendons
other types of good wine
human connections
technology
old-style brewed ginger ale
candied ginger
ginger candies
having all twenty digits
soy ink
music
carob-covered nuts
nutrition
cheese
ponies
sexual unions
stringed instruments!
variety in
-hairstyles
-colors of people
-digital audio recording
the earth


THE OTHER STUFF
plastic surgeons
noses
soiled linens
murder
rape
abuse
crisis
wookiefoot
yeast infections
STDs
this assignment
worn out socks
excess fat
cancer
hangnails
painting humans as bird-like
the death star
cavities
destruction of culture
egoism
obsessive behaviors
neighbors
the earth

CHOICE

Choice is a good thing. I enjoy choice when shopping for foods and things. I also enjoy Choice brand tea. Moroccan Mint is their best flavor(and, coincidentally, the best type of tea on the planet). Choice can also be bad, however. Like, say, when you're choosing between life or death. Or lets say you go to your local grocer but you're extremely hungry so everything looks great. That choice is tough. So it's a mixed bag. I support the greater good of choice.

Memories, Oh!

I have a few memories. Fortunately, they're not like children and I can play favorites.

I have an older sister, so naturally we share many memories. One particular one is of a beautiful summer afternoon, about fifteen or so years ago, in the backyard of my mother's house. It's a pleasant backyard. It has a hill that descends to where the yard meets the neighbors', and then there's an adjacent hill that rises back up to the same level. My sister and I were just running around as kids do, and my mom was gardening. Well, my sister got this grand idea that I had to run away. So she convinced me that I just HAD to run away. At first it was alright, but as soon as I got to the top of the adjacent hill in our neighbors' yard, I lost it. I burst out crying and wailing, and immediately ran back home. My mom had no idea what was going on. After I explained the situation, she was concerned, but slightly amused. She disciplined my sister and I still lived at home. Crisis averted.