family reunion

as promised, i was supposed to fly out to Harrisburg, PA and then gorge (proper spelling? did i just use a landform as a verb?) myself on thanksgiving dinner. some asshole deciding to pour buckets and buckets and buckets and i think at one point a tractor trailers worth of rain on us thanksgiving day. damn damn damn. the only upside to that was not having to wake up at 5am to get up in the air in time. for those of you that have been sitting on the edge of your seats biting your nails, willing my brother in law to not screw up the dinner, he didnt. his mom cooked it. the cheat. and it wasnt half bad. but whats this? it didnt feel like thanksgiving at all. usually we go to my aunts house and its all big and warm and cozy. that teeny little change changed the whole thing for me.
one change that is very much welcomed into the life of the poot is driving through my neighborhood this time of year. right now in boston, i would have to stand outside and wait for the T and get my face stung by the wind when its cold, and fight for a spot under the awning when it rains. there will be leaves all over the place and concrete buildings make for a poor backdrop for bare trees. sorry but it just looks cold and dead. down here though, i forgot how much i loved seeing freshly raked lawns. its got to be relative to seeing a lawn that hasnt been touched since august, but i love seeing yards void of leaves and framed by bare trees. you can always tell when its just been done too, i dont know how, its not like freshly combed hair or anything, but it just looks so hospitable. i dig it.
i did head up to boston for the first time since july this past weekend to visit kaitlin, aldo, alissa, glyda, jake, joe, sharon, jimi, ann, dalia, keith, annnnnnd i think thats it. if i forgot that i saw someone this weekend i really apologize. to summarize ; i miss my friends. i dont miss boston, and i dont miss going to bars. but my friends, yup, miss them alot. quote of the weekend:

me: "no really, i dont do alot of stuff that i used to. i cant, i get nasty headaches. i dont drink coffee, drink any soda, drink beer.."
alissa: ...have sex."

zing.

ouch. yet somehow i miss these people. yes i do.

grand ambition

walter p chrysler built an automobile empire in the first third of the century. in 1928 construction began of the Chrysler building its doors would open within the next three years. the top floors held a private club and also an observatory where the paying public could look out through the triangular windows over new york and the adjacent construction of the empire state building. in the middle of the observatory was a glass case, within which sat a toolbox. "w.p. chrysler" was painted on the outside of the box and its contents were displayed in a neat fashion. the tools were handmade by walter p chrysler decades prior while working at a railroad when he was unable to afford new store-bought tools. a sign on the wall near the box read something the effect of "from this height you can see for forty miles in every direction and learn much about this country. or you can look in this box and learn much more."

to what do you owe this pleasure?

nothing really, you owe nothing. you are to receive my thoughts free of charge, in part because you get what you pay for. thats not to say that im going to type about nothing, merely the quality shall be a bit lack luster. moving on...

i know its been a month since i last wrote anything, but thats a reflection of how busy/scatterbrained ive been. you ever get in a funk where you are actually being productive but in the meantime you forget how to do simple, normally reflexive things like....oh i dont know...blink? if you were a fly on my wall you would see me raising my hand doing the fourth grade "ooh-oooh-ooohhh-call on me thing. actually, youd see me sitting in bed typing this, but id want to do the ooh ooh me me thing if i werent too tired and introverted...even in a room....by myself. moving on...again.

this past week sucked so bad. (hows THAT for proper diction?! i spit in Dickens' face, that bastard.) really though, it did. it rained almost everyday, and those days that we werent ambushed by celestial sweat, the clouds were hanging extra low. that meant no flying, which meant no customers, which meant slow days at work, which meant find stuff to do, which meant get rusty doing all the regular stuff you usually do, which meant when the sun comes out im supposed to do wha? you get the point.

i am reading 6 books all at the same time right now. that is a personal record. its completely pointless but if we read deeper in my psuedoblogger mindframe, youd see that it points to a deeper sense of restlessness, camoflagued (sp?) by an attempt to be smart. that all sounds fancy and whatnot, but i think it just boils down to boredom. not boredom with flying or work, but when i get home after a day, it feels like im putting on a pair of wet jeans. i dont feel like doing it, its not the most comfortable thing in the world, and slightly cold. how does this translate to boredom? it doesnt, it translates to restlessness, which is another case of me being restless such that i couldnt even stick with a particular state of being/adverb.

please stop calling it turkey day. its sounds so incredibly stupid. meh meh turkey day turkey day. whenever i hear someone say that, i seriously envision them with the turkey jowls under their chin. are those jowls? is there a proper name for that? but i do picture the assailant with those things hanging from their face. i know its flattering and all but its not my fault, youre the one that sounds like a brain damaged forrest gump. this year proves to be a good one though, it is in fact my favorite holiday and the one day during which i actually like to watch football. since no one in my clan is eating until late in the day, im taking advantage of the free day and flying out to Harrisburg, PA in the morning, and back of course. im going to be so wiped by the time i get back that eating that dinner is going to be quite possibly the best meal of my entire life. you could say that the stakes are high. my brother-in-law had best not screw up.