Overheard: a girl on a cell phone in the dark

"Hillsdale is like so out in the middle of nowhere, I think this is the best view of the sky I've ever seen."

A Wonderful Weekend
It began with a reading group that was so good I found myself asking, "Why is this free, when classes are not?"
The reading group was followed by a poetry reading that included/climaxed with me reading "The Murder of Words" by the Oxford English Dictionary.
Friday was capped with an umbrella covered stroll in the rain.
Saturday began with a trip to a tourist-trap-pseudo-orchard/cider-press-zoo-thingy that was saved by Linda Lou, or more accurately her truck stop diner.
I also finally got to meet Rachael, and my suspicions concerning her coolness were confirmed. (that means she's cool)
Sunday started of with an awesome instructed Holy Communion,
planting bulbs in the afternoon, then chillin'/studyin'/laughin' w/friends.

Buddy

Buddy is a boy of 8 years or so. He is one of those eternally dirty children. He didn't so much walk as run into the room that we use to "tutor" elementary kids. He was skinny, sweaty, and dirty. He rode his bike. I helped him get a couple of his answers right on his time-telling-worksheet. I helped him build a pyramid with the jenga blocks, then I helped him knock it down. We played tag until he was bored.
His energy tired me and made me smile.
His simplicity confused me and made me smile.
His youth aged me and made me sad.

"Your body is dying, pay no attention, it happens to us all."

Overheard from two potential Frat boys

"I want to work at a fishery...working with fish all day and doing drugs my entire life...that would be awesome."
"yeah..."

Oh the depravity, it makes me want to quote the pharisee in The Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector.

Overheard on the sidewalk

"Can you believe that I used to be two-hundred and fifty pounds?"
"250!...did you lift a lot, or..."
"No, I was just fat."

Changes

You may have noticed that I changed the name and description of my blog. The description is now "When 'important' things become unimportant", and the name has been changed from "Stepping Stones" to "Sleeping Stones".

The new description is the conclusion of a number of (learning) experiences from the past year or so. Trying to explain these experiences reminds me of what I said when someone asked me to explain Metzger over aol. I said, “The Metz can only be explained by telling stories…and my fingers are too lazy to tell stories.” So instead of trying to explain these experiences I will just say that one of the most productive and rewarding things one can do is to consider what is “important” to oneself, and if these things are not worth remaining “important”, drop ‘em. Humans, or at least I, can handle at two or three premises or “truths” to live by. Find those and embrace them. Just don’t do this on your own, and it will make life a lot better.

And as for the new name of the blog…well I think it speaks for itself.

Years ago I realized that to me numbers have colors. I never really thought about it, and I guess I just forgot. It's like this:

1=white
2=blue
3=green
4=yellow
5=brown
6=purple, or more like a crimson or a wine
7=black
8=orange
9=red
and 0 of course is clear

The funny part is that one and white are alliterated, two and blue rhyme, three and green have double e's, I rode the number four bus to kindergarten, brown has five letters, crimson like six reminds me of sin, 7 is the number of completeness, eight is round like oranges, and nine...well...I don't know why nine is red. I've decided that the only possibly useful way to use this "talent" of mine is to label all of my shirts and pants with the according number combination, get my mom or some other girl to match them up for me, see if I can decipher a pattern between the numbers, write out a formula, and then... well then I won't care anymore.