Joshua Tuscan spills some thoughts here and they collect in a pool. I live in Philadelphia, btw.
I once cried because I couldn't draw a tree the way I saw it in my head. Granted, it was kindergarten, but it was a defining moment. One of my lifelong goals has been to ride a horse through a shallow lake, seriously, it's in my grade school journal. I lived in Barbados for a while where I almost lost my toe, which has stood as a metaphor in my life for that time. I watch a lot of movies and sometimes I fear that it is cutting into my ability to learn foreign languages. Oh yeah, I like to write beautiful, validated code.
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I’m pretty much obsessed with this building (the tallest one in the photo). It’s the Comcast Center, and it’s in Philadelphia. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it’s in my local metro and I’m kind of city starved, but in person I think it’s really gorgeous.
Alright, so two weeks ago I was sitting down to breakfast with two of my friends who just happen to be those kind of intense athletes who do things that when you hear about it, you don’t even flinch because you are sure they are lying. The one races bicycles like every other weekend and squeezes in a few marathons here and there, and the other most recently ran 100 miles in 24 hours. They are pretty deceptive, in that they dont’ really look like crazy athletes unless you look at their legs close up and see the network of veins popping out like a fat man’s forehead after 4 flights of stairs.
Anyway, we are at breakfast, eating swedish oatmeal pancakes, and they start talking about a marathon in a nearby town coming up this fall. I sit there playing with my food and staring down at my fat stomach and start to think about how I’m 26 and if I don’t start doing something now, I never will. So, naturally, I say, “I’ll run that”. They didn’t need any more confirmation, they latched right on, so ever since, I’ve been training to run my first marathon in October.
Yesterday I ran my fastest mile time ever in my life. I’ve never been a runner, I’ve never been any type of steady athlete. I’ve played sports and all that, but never had a title. And now, I’m trying to be a “runner”.
The truth is, I’m really glad, and proud of myself. I don’t think I ever would’ve have kept it up even this long, with this much stamina had I not just said it in front of those two serious dudes. So my point, in the end, is that you should make statements about the goals you want to achieve in your life in front of people that will make fun of you if you dont’ follow through. Peer pressure yourself into doing shit, you end up doing it for yourself anyway.
Anyone know where I can find some of these? Z Gallerie doesn’t carry them any more.Ghost Goblet set of four w/ gift box, 74.95 @ Neiman Marcus.
Found them.
Dude, thank you! I love the internet and internet pals.
Peter’s wallet was stolen in Switzerland. Three days later, he received an e-mail from a local postmaster. The Post Office found his wallet in an official yellow Swiss mailbox. All the cash was gone, obviously. But his ID cards, credit cards and even old receipts were still there, completely untouched. “Thieves do this very often”, the postmaster told him. “They take the money and throw the wallet in the next mailbox.”
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The breaths in are the best part.The power of editing.
It’s almost soothing to listen to.
