A half hour before I left work, a coworker emailed all of us in the Agency saying that Jenny, another teammate and good friend of mine who had left a few minutes earlier, wanted to warn us of an extremely slippery parking lot. The flurry of snowflakes I had seen caressing the windows of the West staircase at lunchtime had apparently amounted to more, or it had melted and then frozen as the otherwise clear day was blanketed by dusk. Continue reading
In my attempt to keep this updated at least once a week, here’s this week’s entry. Not much, but I’ve thought of another relatively deep topic but will need some time to process my thoughts on it. Continue reading
Today I am recapping my busy month.
In many ways meditation should be first on that list. This has been one of the most important things I have done in a long time. It has been occupying most of my free time, when it’s not spent dancing Argentine tango, surfing the Web, or taking walks. So because this section deserves more attention, and rightly so has turned from a brief synopsis on the list to a lengthy description of where I am at, it has become its own blog post.
I wish I could say I was on an actual vacation for most of this month. I haven’t actually written a real post here for most of July, as I’ve been unusually busy. Not really with busy work here and there, but I feel I’m occupying my time, for the most part, more wisely. There is a better sense of purpose. So here, I will try to do a brief (haha) synopsis of my month, picking up where I last left off.
Little black spot on the sun today. Taken at Fresh Pond in Cambridge.
In the time it took me to type "Sunset meditation" and send this off to this blog straight from my phone, the sun had set.
Cameraphone photos taken at Fresh Pond in Cambridge, MA.
My previous blog post is proof that my phone has a shitty built-in camera. Where there were Canada geese swimming and flapping their wings in the Charles River, all you saw was a murky midnight-bluish-gray. Those were taken just a few steps south of Watertown Square, on the bridge near the Galen and Watertown streets intersection.
My Birkenstocks arrived on Thursday. I had ordered Milano sandals online, and yesterday afternoon I decided to break them in. I decided to walk down to Watertown Square and back. These were my first pair of Birkenstocks ever. I had tried on a pair at a store recently, with those weird little nylon footie things that the shoe store requires you to wear when trying on shoes with no socks on. Doing a brief jaunt around the stack of shoes didn’t prepare me for the pain I would soon suffer late last night.