Tuesday, October 30, 2007
New Facination: Kottke.org
Sunday, October 21, 2007
This Is How I Run
Warm Up
- Pleasure and Pain by Ben Harper and Tom Freund
- Here at the Right Time by Josh Ritter
- Moon Shadow by Cat Stevens
- I Belong to You by Superchick
- If You Wanna Be Happy by Jimmy Soul
- Wasted and Ready by Ben Kweller
- The Last Night by Skillet
- Hoity Toity by Flatfoot 56
- How Many Miles by Ben Harper
- Stand in the Place by REM
- The Sign by Ace of Base
- China Town Jail Break by Flatfoot 56
- The Way That I Am by Eminem
An Open Letter to the Children's Book of the Month Club
Dear Children’s Book of the Month Club,
I just received in the mail a bill for $25.98, and a letter from your billing supervisor, Mr. Stephen Moore, asking me to protect my account status by paying this bill. As far as I know, I have never had an account to protect with Children’s Book of the Month Club. Certainly you have sent me hundreds of catalogs offering me 10 free books if only I agree to three years of inconvenience, so I wonder if you consider possession of those catalogs a membership to your Club? I have never requested any books or product from your company, so any product that you may be billing me for is entirely a mistake.
Thank you, but I do not wish to protect an account status that I do not even hold, so please remove this bill from your records, and cancel any membership that you have imagined in my name.
Sincerely,
Jessica Grabner
Friday, October 05, 2007
The Carrots are in the Trash
I'm pleased with the following purchases:
- 10 pack of athletic socks. Very cushy, like running on air.
- 3 pack of sport bras.
- 43 oz box of Kashi Go Lean Crunch. Give me another week and a half.
- 3 pack of Soy milk.
- 45 pieces individually wrapped string cheese.
- 450 count multi vitamins.
- 5 pound bag of carrots that turned out to be slimy and gross. All attempts to dry them out failed miserably. They're still slimy and gross, and utterly inedible.
- 2 pound bag of bananas, ripened very quickly, ended up being bruised on the bottom.
Monday, October 01, 2007
A Eulogy of Sorts
Today, I saw a frog. It could have been a toad, I'm not sure. I was moving too fast, and my timing was a bit off, and it turns out I didn't recognize it as an actual living thing until it was, um, er, underfoot. The fact that it was amphibious and not plantlike was further confirmed by the disconcerting squishing that happened as my Ryka landed squarely on Frog/ Toad.
To the friends and family of Mr./Ms. Frog/ Toad: I am sorry for the unintentional death of your loved one. I'm certain he/ she was dear to you. Quite a bit of hopping done in his/her day, I'm sure. You may retrieve his/ her body on the Oak Leaf Trail, somewhere between 116th St and Beloit Rd, so that funeral services may be held.
In my own defense: It is autumn in Wisconsin. This means that the trails are littered with fallen leaves and other items of nature. The amphibian with whom I crossed paths blended in quite nicely with all of said fallen leaves, and was virtually impossible to distinguish until i was nearly on top of it. That said, the tympanum of amphibians such as frogs and toads are rather close to the ground, and when I run, I do tend to cause substantial vibrations in the pavement. if Mr. or Ms. F/T had been at all with it, he/ she would have hopped out of the way long before I arrived. If one were to ponder that fact for just a moment, one might come to the conclusion that maybe Mr./ Ms. F/T had a death wish of sorts. unhappy with the home life, perhaps? Burrow troubles?
I feel awful, really I do. I promise to look a little more closely at the ground from now on. but really, you little guys need to stay out of the way. Get hopping!