Kisses

That poor little froggy needs a kiss like this:

Overflow of Excitement

Mt Hood Meadows:
TUESDAY 11/28 5:00 AM
BASE AREA TEMP 12
NEW SNOW
PAST 24 HOURS 8 "
BASE SNOW DEPTH 6 Feet
MID SNOW DEPTH 7 FeetTimberline:
November 28, 2006, 7:35 am
Sky Snowing
Temperature 11º
Wind 5-15 MPH W
New Snow 6"
Base Depth at Lodge 83"Ski Bowl:
November 28, 2006
Time: 9:30AM
Temp:24 degrees in the base/16 on top
Wind: calm
Skies: Snowing
Conditions: Early season powder!
Depth: 65" at midway
Last 24 Hours: 4"

Why am I not there???

What It Is.

At risk of sounding narcissistic, inappreciative, simple or whatever other terms you might have for this small thing, this Thanksgiving I am thankful for smells.
And all that goes along with them.

People.
Food.
Shampoo.
Hugs.
Paper.
Blankets.
Celery.
Familiar.

Dreams

Ugh. I have had so many dreams this week. There had been something of a dry spell recently, but now the dreams are back in force, like spiders at Christmas time. Not that they've been bad, but...
I want my sleep back.

Miscellaneous Me

Confirmation

That I do have the best job in the world. (Or at least one of the best.) (The best for me.)

Job uniform: Whatever is comfortable, movable, warm and that I don't mind getting dog hair, spit up, snot, etc, on.

What I actually wear at work: A bright pink princess dress, a pink cowboy hat, a fir collar and a scarf around my face. -OR- A hideous orange lace dress, a light pink tutu for a collar, and a brown scarf around my head and face.

Faaaantastic. Tonight at work me, a six year old girl and two four year old boys ran around a house in Ramona Quimby's neighborhood, trying on various guises and breaking out of jail. And then switching to playing dad and kids.

Yes, I get paid to do this.

Book.

If on a winter's night a traveler
Italo Calvino

You must buy it.
You must read it.
You must love it.

Mood to Complain.

Things I dislike:

Tables and graphs in articles.
Having to go to the bathroom.
Having cold hands and feet.
When my eyes burn.
How my room never stays clean.
Cutting my thumb on a soupcan.
Not having a new Harry Potter movie to watch for a long time.
Not being able to hang out with Lita this weekend.

Please don't think me ungrateful - I have loads of things I do like and am not having a bad day. I just all of a sudden realized a lot of things I don't like.

In the Rain

peripatetic \pair-uh-puh-TET-ik\, adjective:

1. Of or pertaining to walking about or traveling from place to place; itinerant.
2. Of or pertaining to the philosophy taught by Aristotle (who gave his instructions while walking in the Lyceum at Athens), or to his followers.
3. One who walks about; a pedestrian; an itinerant.
4. A follower of Aristotle; an Aristotelian.

I think I am peripatetic. I wander and work, wander and study, wander and take pictures. It's nice.

Who Needs 'Em

I sit in my chair, looking down four stories to the bricks, and wonder: Why does anyone ever pay $2 million for a playground? All these kids really need to have fun is a paved/bricked/cobbled area, covered in leaves and leftover rain.How different these steps look with college students utilizing them. Standing, talking, rushing. Whatever happened to sliding, running and laughing?

Fall Study

Artificial and Natural VegitationHalf and Half

Favorite Colors

What Dreams

People sometimes speculate or throw about theories regarding dreams.
If you have a favorite, have a go at this:

I was at a birthday party for this girl I know - it was as slumber party. For some reason her mom was in the living room with us (it was supposed to be her mom, but she actually was, in real life, the mom of another of my friends). And Josh. After a lot of boring details, it came to about 3 or 4am, and there was a knock on the door. The side door. And who might it be but John Kerry, trying to break into the house. BUT - he did not in any way resemble John Kerry, but rather, Benjamin Clark-Mitchell. Yes. Ben/John breaking into the house. Somehow we made him go away, but that is not important so I don't remember. The curious part is the Ben as a politician / politician as a robber part.

Hypochondri-Anatolia

Well, Stuart has a little glitch and freaks out. I think he's a hypochondriac. No big heart attack or anything. Good grief. But no matter, I'm still just happy he works. Silly thing.

As much as I complain about all the papers and assignments I have, it really is quite wonderful learning all the things I'm learning. Today I have immersed myself in Turkish history and culture. Very enjoyable. Since 4 years ago when I took the Western Survey (Art History) I have been interested in Turkey. In the first section of the survey I was introduced to the Haghia Sophia.
In a word: amazing.
It sparked my interest in Turkey, if nothing else but to make me put Istanbul on my top 5 places I would really like to go. It was built in the Justinian era, under a (somewhat) Christian rule. It was rebuilt in part due to earthquakes, and added on to due to the course of history, but it is still primarily the same as it was when it was built. This place is huge. And beautiful. I love the thought that something so beautiful, powerful, massive and inspiring was built for my King. As is the unfortunate destiny of so many beautiful places of worship, it has been reduced to a mere museum. Like Turkey itself, the Haghia Sophia has experienced a kind of ridiculously diverse history, and, as a museum, stands for a little bit of everything with the Bible as an insuppressible foundation.

Fingers and Toes

I was pondering the phenomena of how inactivity seems to lower one's body temperature when I realized I had slightly wet socks on, leftover from my brief stand on the corner of Broadway and Hall in the pouring rain. I walked into my room to remedy this misery, but forgot my mission, distracted by the cold, and put on my hot pink fleece pants instead. And grabbed a second mug of SpiceTea. This worked for a bit. Until I decided to post pictures and write a paper. Typing always leaves my fingers frozen. Hm. Still cold er.
Then my mom came in and announced the heater hadn't been coming on and the house was 60 degrees. Ohhhhh.
My socks are still wet.

Eek!

[I would fix the red eye on these photos, but I don't have a program for it on my parent's computer, and.... sadly, Stuart is rejecting his heart transplant and is currently in a coma. Or, at least, refusing to turn on. (It goes something like this: compaq screen, bluescreen, windows screen, black screen with words, compaq screen, black screen, windows screen, blue screen... you get the picture.)]

But!
There it is: proof of a fantastically fun party. I was impressed greatly by my friend's costuming abilities.
Amazing.
Rad.
Amazlingly rad.