Such is Life

The Only Blog On The Internet Born Of Tabasco Sauce...

Friday, June 30


I recently returned from a trip to Chicago for geek camp. Well, technically it was a program for people interested in going into medicine. Some highlights:
  • The Alzheimer's patient who asked if I was a boy or a girl (I'm the latter)
  • The large rats running around the campus where we stayed
  • My flight home with Michelle Kwan (seriously!)
  • The 20 kids who jumped in an elevator, got stuck, and had to call the Fire Department
  • The closing "dinner dance" (at geek camp? Enough said.)
  • The "Freud Sucks" chant
  • Wa. (It's one crazy game)
  • The tour guide who got spit in the corners of her mouth like a rabid dog as she talked.
  • Giving sutures to bananas. Seriously.
Yeah. So, that was crazy fun. Add in the two-hour delay on the way home, and it was a pretty insane trip. I suppose it was good and it gave me some inspiration for the future, but I'm just glad I can be home and recover from the 6:45 in the morning to 12:30 at night days.

Monday, June 26


Life: I watched a comercial today that was like "the word 'if' is so little and yet carries so much weight in defining your life." What? Then it gave some examples like "if you get cancer...if you win the lottery...etc." But then it said, "if is at the center of life." Life. Oh such clever marketing.

It's tv, granted, and yet I agreed. Though I don't believe life is a coincidental gamble of if-and-then statements, the ifs in our lives really are what direct them and make them unique. Some ifs we control ("if I major in this field...or if I marry this person") and some are totally out of our control ("if a head-on collision paralyzes me today..."). Hm. Interesting. Life insurance comercials are profound.

Anyways, the sky tonight was b-e-a-utiful. I took myself, a book, and a little java to whipple and watched the storm come in from the lifeguard stand. The clouds were incredible.

Friday, June 16

Not really panic with Tabasco, more like...

I don't know, but things are slow. The battle still rages on, although I don't want to give out too much information, since it is a competition, and I have to beat the crap out of Jules. It seems that after your taste buds have been steadily assaulted for a week or so of ruining your every meal with Tabasco, you suddenly lose the will to win. But rest assured that someone will emerge victorious. Someday.
This has been an interesting week, though, beside the Tabasco sauce. I went back to my summer job of testing lake water quality for the U of M Extension Service. It's not a bad job, really- I pretty much get paid to alternately sit in a boat or car for several hours. On the downside, I only work for a couple days a month. But it's the ultimate geek job, and of course on the first day I had to endure the jokes about how I accidentally pushed my partner, who happens to be in a wheelchair, into the lake off the dock last year. Yeah, I'll never live that one down. No one gives me credit, though, for how I saved the wheelchair from joining its owner in the lake... and it's really not exactly my fault that he fell in in the first place. Whatever.

Friday, June 9

Walking Metaphors?

I’m walking away, I hear you call my name
I’m walking away, away from yesterday
I’m walking away, I cannot stay another day
Walking away from yesterday
--“walking away” [matt kearney]

A hypothetical destination
Say, who is this walking man?
Well, any other man stops and talks

But not the walking man
He’s the walking manBorn to walk
Walk on walking man
Well now, would he have wings to fly
Would he be free
Golden wings against the sky
Walking man, walk on by

So long, walking man, so long
--“walking man” [james taylor]

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I'm walking down the line

That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the border line of the edge and where I walk alone
--“boulevard of broken dreams” [green day]

And its so hard to do
And so easy to say
But sometimes
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Walk away
--“walk away” [ben harper]

But unless I get up,

Walk across the room and peer down below,
I won't see their last second curves
Toward a, a horizontal flight.
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones.
Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight

Symbolic of my entire existence,
It becomes important for me
To get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight.
It's almost like my life will fall,
My life will fall,
Unless I see their ascent.
--“mr. mastodon farm” [cake]

so keep on walkin' everybody.