Trials,Tribulations, Travels, Tastings...and Occassional Transcendence

Trials,Tribulations, Travels, Tastings...and Occassional Transcendence
Sock on the Great Wall

Monday, September 29, 2008

Manic Living

Where have I been? What have I been doing? Does anyone really care? Well, if they do or don't, I feel the need to write something down...although it seems that so much has happened in the past several weeks I don't know where to begin, or even recall it all at this point as each event has been displaced in my memory banks by another quickly occurring one.
So anyway, with pictures I will purge the last two weeks (or more?) of my life. But just in case the pictures don't depict all of the events I will briefly summarise: I have been working outside each day for approximately 10 hours a day, I have ridden my mountain bike several times on some sweet new trails in Ithaca (Shindagin Hollow - amazing trails!) and smoked some regular trails in Dryer, I have donated my hair to Locks of Love, I have gotten a speeding ticket (the blinking of the eye lashes didn't work this time - so instead I gave him one of my girl friend's phone numbers - not that I owe him any favours, the f%*#&er still gave me a ticket!, I went to a wedding - my first Indian/fusion ceremony, I ran (maybe once or twice), T$ and I found the most amazing B&B just outside of Ithaca whose inn keeper spoke Russian (and made some amazing blintzes), I got to hang out with two of my bestest friends, I was reunited temporarily with Sock :), I got to meet Matt and Brett, I went to Ithaca, Seneca Lake, Cape Vincent and Kingston, Ontario, I finished a book and began another...
Ok, so that's just some of my mundane life, I really can't recall any more, although I am most certain I left out quite a bit still. So above are some pics from the past several weeks for the ocular senses.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Two Weeks Ago?

Friday - it's been two weeks today that I posted my last entry. Lazy? A little. Busy? Very. Not motivated to write? Absolutely.

I just have had little to no motivation to write. I don't like that lack of zeal one bit. Writing is my quick fix to most problems/issues/ideas/etc. If I don't want to write that means there are all sorts of destructive thoughts floating around in my brain. And if it can't get out in writing it will surely drive me slowly insane.

Mostly I have been too busy to write but when I do get a moment to settle down the last thing I want is to clean my mental house. So here I am on a Friday afternoon, ready to throttle myself off the nearest rooftop. Not literally, mind you, but it is not looking good in my brain at the moment. The gears have been grinding in overdrive mode. I need to get out on my bike tonight...or start drinking again...