Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Savin' lives w/ a pen

A special thanks to Dre who pointed out to me that yesterday I received two complementary pieces of mail.

First, this one:

It's sweet, right? A friend just had her third baby. A cute little girl named Chloe. Awww.



Next up, this one:

That's pretty funny, Universe. A reminder to harvest my eggs. It's a good thing I don't have a clock.

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Four years ago I lived in Cambridge and I pretty much hated it. It's not entirely Massachusetts' fault. (Just mostly.) I was kinda going through this like... intense time - maybe a Saturn return or some other new agey stuff - and I was messed up. To clear my head I'd run Fresh Pond. That jog felt like freedom. I'd leave from my most-perfect-apartment-ever, run to the lake, then a lap or two, and run home. I listened to DCFC's Plans incessantly on that trail. Today those songs all remind me of that time and the space I was in. When I hear them now I remember how sad I felt back then, which means I have made a practice of avoiding them. Tonight a song from Plans came on my iPod. The scenery is different; I've since moved to California. Running still feels free. I didn't change the song. I kinda felt happy to hear it. Like an old friend. And it only took four short years. I guess I like to take my time.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

That is so funny.

Eggs and Baby Pics!

C Lu said...

I don't see a link to Dre's blog on the right.

vanessa said...

Here's one: http://westside2davillage.blogspot.com/

And here's the other: http://reneeneesblog.blogspot.com/

C Lu said...

Eh. I'm lukewarm about it. At best.

Renee said...

uh, bite me.

vanessa said...

I think he's complaining about the frequency of your posts.

A-Lo said...

That apartment in Cambridge was the most perfect apartment ever?? No way dude.

vanessa said...

A-lo, just because you were curled up on the floor in the fetal position like a crack addict doesn't mean the apartment sucked.