Today, it snowed for the first time around here. Today, from roughly 1:10 until 2:30 and dressed in entirely the wrong clothing, I helped THON's Springfield group collect money in the intersection of 202 Wawa for the Four Diamonds Fund which "helps kids fight cancer" (at no expense to the family). My uniform consisted of a tank top, sweat shirt, and miniTHON "Dance Away Cancer" shirt overtop, paired with white Chuck Taylors®, a hat, and traditional blue jeans. It was immediately apparent that my toes, and possibly the rest of me, were in danger of not surviving. However, it's okay to sacrifice these little things to pay the price for the things that are worthwhile.
My instructions were to go from car to car waiting at the red lights with my labeled bucket and be as crazy as possible, "So just be yourself." I would dance and jump and make begging faces through the windows. My dance of choice was sorta an "around the world" holding the can. After one guy donated and saw me continue the same dance down the line, asked if I knew any other dances, so I did Solja Boy for him. Other times I would hula or do the Cotton Eye Joe or wiggle in general, occasionally creeping and dancing into the line of sight.
While the snow hadn't been sticking in the beginning, eventually the median turned to slippery mess as I trudged back and forth through the mud, puddles, and slight layer of snow. Having lost coordination in my toes, I slipped once, and got what I believe was a sympathy donation. Canning under freezing conditions garners several donations out of sympathy and "you guys are crazy." One gentleman, seeing our plight, stopped at the Goodwill and circled back around so he could purchase jackets and give them to me and Jeff. By the end of the afternoon, I was incredibly grateful. I dropped my bucket at one point, and a mess of change fell out. It was very unpleasant to pick it from the snow, mud, and grass with my ungloved hands, but every penny was returned to its friends in the bucket.
A few people I knew came to the red light as the afternoon passed. Anna R., Kristina A., Lauren D., Tom, Molly, and Molly's dad. Donna passed by, but wasn't in the turning lane that I was covering. We waved. I made scowly faces at Eric G. for not donating. When Tom made it to the turning lane, he gave me a dime, or coin of some other negligible value for having more on hand. Unfortunately for him, he did not make the green light on the first try, so I harassed him a second time. He opened the door to pass me a nickel, another nickel, a dime, couple pennies, until I held open his door to invade his personal space until receiving the entire contents of his change cup. I'm sure he felt good giving to sick children.
There were a few battle cries utilized through the day, such as the general "Help Kids Fight Cancer" and "I hate cancer and love children!" Whenever we got a donation, I'd thank them for hating cancer, or loving children, especially with the change donations, telling them the kids are up against a big fight. A few people, who had donated at an intersection further back, decided to give twice because of the dancing. Many asked me where my gloves were, told me to zipper up, and voiced concerns for my health and catching pneumonia. I would respond with "at least it's not cancer." I had a few conversations along the line. One of the first was with a young guy in a Santa Hat, who asked me if I was enjoying myself. An older gentleman told me that administrators would take too many fees before the kids ever saw a dollar for him to give. At the time, I was unable to respond that THON is one of the most efficient charities on the planet. Many people wished Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and God Bless.
When we left around 2:30, the four people sitting in the back of Jeff's car were collectively frozen, wet, and numb, which I think made it easier to sit crowded together for our shared plights. Upon arriving at home base, I realized my pants were wet the entire length of them, including the pocket my cell phone was in. Our group shed layers en masse and retreated to find dry clothing. I was introduced to everyone there, we shared hot chocolate and canning stories, then went to count the soggy bills we had collected. The stacks were to be organized by every 100 bills, double counted, then rubber banded. Some bills were buried under mounds of change and others were soaked to the point of sticking to every other bill they came in contact with. After everything was organized out, we found some coin for Concord Country club, a few presidential golden dollars, Jeff was given a five-pound note, and a whole mess of screws. In total, with the estimates from the change jars, they raised roughly $4,000 today. That is over the $300 per person estimates for an entire weekend trip, and they'll be going out tomorrow as well.
Lindy Hoppin' is awesome. Mostly because the foot movement isn't 100% coordinated, as far as I'm aware.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Daughter is a Pretty Word
And in my dream, I asked her, "Have you ever streaked in a park?"
"Oh, this park? Plenty, it's this other one I want to try."
So took off our clothes and ran through the trees until we got to a pool.
It was freezing, because winter came so quickly it froze the trees and water to look like springtime. Then, he was there, and called us out of the water. And when we looked back, they had gotten in the pool, so we walked around the cement walkway. There, he touched my arm and sincerely explained it was not about right or wrong or pride, but there's only so much time and only happiness mattered at this moment. This was exampled by a drawing of a compass, with me to the South, Nicki to the West, a cow to the North, and them to the East. In compromise, Nicki had already forgiven, moved towards the center. I needed to now. We hugged. I dove into the water, came up, and reconciled.
Sexy Librarian: Year II, success
-makeup inspired by Tara Reid
"Last Christmas" WHAM! edition parody for Psych class is gonna be a-mazing.
This is the best lunch time I've ever had. Better than the lunch bunch.
I perceive that Matt is a dick to me at HiQ. We'll see on Tuesday.
Combinations and probability irritate me, because it's making assumptions to factor out the chaotic and the fantastic.
Bought an amp from Pedro, got a patch chord from Nick. Rawk.
A.C.- Picnic of Love, greatest album ever created
"Oh, this park? Plenty, it's this other one I want to try."
So took off our clothes and ran through the trees until we got to a pool.
It was freezing, because winter came so quickly it froze the trees and water to look like springtime. Then, he was there, and called us out of the water. And when we looked back, they had gotten in the pool, so we walked around the cement walkway. There, he touched my arm and sincerely explained it was not about right or wrong or pride, but there's only so much time and only happiness mattered at this moment. This was exampled by a drawing of a compass, with me to the South, Nicki to the West, a cow to the North, and them to the East. In compromise, Nicki had already forgiven, moved towards the center. I needed to now. We hugged. I dove into the water, came up, and reconciled.
Sexy Librarian: Year II, success
-makeup inspired by Tara Reid
"Last Christmas" WHAM! edition parody for Psych class is gonna be a-mazing.
This is the best lunch time I've ever had. Better than the lunch bunch.
I perceive that Matt is a dick to me at HiQ. We'll see on Tuesday.
Combinations and probability irritate me, because it's making assumptions to factor out the chaotic and the fantastic.
Bought an amp from Pedro, got a patch chord from Nick. Rawk.
A.C.- Picnic of Love, greatest album ever created
Quotes and Blurb
the song that I sing was not generated from within me
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."
Thus I became a madman
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
our hand shall hold neither sword nor sceptre
And then He walked away.
But no other man ever walked the way He walked.
And their music smote heaven and earth
Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.
Children of Gods, Scions of Apes
"Be clean in body and spirit even if you have nowhere to lay your head."
Body Worlds was informative. I read every single place card and handled the siliconned liver and was the last one out of the exhibit. The only thing that perturbed me was the polycystic kidney. I bought a loaf of bread and a couple smiles from a memory in the Redding Terminal Market.
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."
Thus I became a madman
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
our hand shall hold neither sword nor sceptre
And then He walked away.
But no other man ever walked the way He walked.
And their music smote heaven and earth
Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.
Children of Gods, Scions of Apes
"Be clean in body and spirit even if you have nowhere to lay your head."
Body Worlds was informative. I read every single place card and handled the siliconned liver and was the last one out of the exhibit. The only thing that perturbed me was the polycystic kidney. I bought a loaf of bread and a couple smiles from a memory in the Redding Terminal Market.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Best Wiki in Forever
libidinal panic which leaves a chaotic whirl of fractal patterns in the reader's mind
He promised cameos by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx, as well as "stupid songs" and "strange sexual practices".
"It is brilliant, but it is exhaustingly brilliant."
is a sensitively-handled coming of age tale in which a group of young boys face the consequences of the American policy of racial integration. At one point in the story, the boys attempt to understand the new policy by way of the mathematical function, the only sense of the word with which they are familiar.
lo real marvelloso
especially highlights this eternal and undeserved grace
that we should be holy and blameless before him
I have set before you life and death, blessing and curse
"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards"
The wardrobe department for The Wizard of Oz unknowingly purchased a coat for character Professor Marvel from a second-hand store, which was later verified to have originally been owned by L. Frank Baum, the author of the novel on which the film was based.[10]
The point of the staging was apparently that the story of Hamlet is a universal one that was equally credible in the 20th century as in the 17th
In The Boondocks episode "The Story of Catcher Freeman" an example is the mention of Batman by one of the slaves, as Batman was created in 1939.
"Extra, extra! Newspaper boys are anachronisms in modern day society, read all about!".
Huh... Interesting
unforgiven souls of the sin of lust are blown about in restless hurricane like winds
man condemns things eternal for the sake of temporal things.
the only one characterised by an absence or insufficiency of love.
Augustus Gloop represents Gluttony, Violet Bauraguarde represents Pride, Veruca Salt represents Greed, and Mike Teavee represents Wrath.
"It was the first that made a real splash."
first titled Donald Duck in Nutzi Land
Would the final state be different if the lamp had started out being on, instead of off?
sing to me sweet and slow tonight
beyond which events cannot affect an outside observer
event horizon
a 15-year-old who, in October 2009, was doused in rubbing alcohol and set on fire after assailants yelled, "He's a snitch, he's a snitch."
hypnagogia the transitional state between wakefulness and sleep
They often contain word play, neologisms and made-up names.
More rarely, poetry or music is heard.
OOPArts are often of interest to creationists
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anatopism
choosing to "selectively recreate the culture, choosing elements of the culture that interest and attract us."
"Thomas Pynchon loved this book, almost as much as he loves cameras!"
He also admits to hating water and birds because both remind him of God.
This is one of the most powerful quotes I've seen in a while.
'The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.' I agree with the second part.
“If I live, I’ll kill you. If I die, I forgive you.”
He promised cameos by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx, as well as "stupid songs" and "strange sexual practices".
"It is brilliant, but it is exhaustingly brilliant."
is a sensitively-handled coming of age tale in which a group of young boys face the consequences of the American policy of racial integration. At one point in the story, the boys attempt to understand the new policy by way of the mathematical function, the only sense of the word with which they are familiar.
lo real marvelloso
especially highlights this eternal and undeserved grace
that we should be holy and blameless before him
I have set before you life and death, blessing and curse
"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards"
The wardrobe department for The Wizard of Oz unknowingly purchased a coat for character Professor Marvel from a second-hand store, which was later verified to have originally been owned by L. Frank Baum, the author of the novel on which the film was based.[10]
The point of the staging was apparently that the story of Hamlet is a universal one that was equally credible in the 20th century as in the 17th
In The Boondocks episode "The Story of Catcher Freeman" an example is the mention of Batman by one of the slaves, as Batman was created in 1939.
"Extra, extra! Newspaper boys are anachronisms in modern day society, read all about!".
Huh... Interesting
- Haughty eyes
- A lying tongue
- Hands that shed innocent blood
- A heart that devises wicked plots
- Feet that are swift to run into mischief
- A deceitful witness that uttereth lies
- Him that soweth discord among brethren
unforgiven souls of the sin of lust are blown about in restless hurricane like winds
man condemns things eternal for the sake of temporal things.
the only one characterised by an absence or insufficiency of love.
Augustus Gloop represents Gluttony, Violet Bauraguarde represents Pride, Veruca Salt represents Greed, and Mike Teavee represents Wrath.
"It was the first that made a real splash."
first titled Donald Duck in Nutzi Land
Would the final state be different if the lamp had started out being on, instead of off?
sing to me sweet and slow tonight
beyond which events cannot affect an outside observer
event horizon
a 15-year-old who, in October 2009, was doused in rubbing alcohol and set on fire after assailants yelled, "He's a snitch, he's a snitch."
hypnagogia the transitional state between wakefulness and sleep
They often contain word play, neologisms and made-up names.
More rarely, poetry or music is heard.
OOPArts are often of interest to creationists
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anatopism
choosing to "selectively recreate the culture, choosing elements of the culture that interest and attract us."
"Thomas Pynchon loved this book, almost as much as he loves cameras!"
He also admits to hating water and birds because both remind him of God.
This is one of the most powerful quotes I've seen in a while.
'The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.' I agree with the second part.
“If I live, I’ll kill you. If I die, I forgive you.”
Tell Me What You Know
My dad is investigating the death of his little brother. I cried when he told me what he was doing. Now, it hurts to see him on the internet for hours, just checking around.
Quite often, in the last thoughts before falling asleep, I realize, "It would be a relief to never wake up." It is not contemplating suicide, but some natural act of eternal dreamland. I love sleeping. I love dreaming. Over break, I dreamt of everyone. Beaches and buses and a sensation of flying. Occasionally, I have nightmares, but nothing worse than the monotony of real life. Today was the crown jewel in a cotinuation of this most excellent weekend. There was talking, stories being told everywhere. I was informed, "You make things interesting. I think you know that." I am becoming aware, and still, I wish to sleep.
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