Making Mole Hills Out of Mountains

Ok, so my lent abstention from Facebook has really just turned into a lent abstention from abusing facebook. And it's been really healthy. I think it's even more valuable for me to practice balance than extreme sacrifice. Because balance can be maintained. Now I'd like to impose a limit on TV to one episode a day. But I'm too chicken. I can't find it in me.

Do I need to? I think I might need to? I have such a mountain of research to get through this week so I can distill all the information in the world into a meaningful outline of a Blog. A blog about Christian higher ed. And international education. And the shift from missionary modernists to missional postmodernists - from telling the four spiritual laws to tackling the four global burdens: AIDS, environmental degredation, poverty, and human rights abuses. A blog about Christian schools stuck in the 20th century and Christian schools modeling an internationalization of curriculum, staff, programming and ethos fit for the 21st century. A blog that challenges higher ed leaders to consider the uniquely Christian rationale to engage in internationalization, and to actively nurture critical global citizenship in their student bodies.

Ok, that was helpful. To list out what this blog is going to be about. Because it sure gets furry in my mind when I'm in the library scanning the shelves with wide eyes and a hungry mind. Hungry. Oooh, yeah, haven't had dinner yet! Ooops! Time flies when your... thinking hard.

Lovies to my lovely creative friendseseses!

Procrasti will NOT get me down.

Here's to the soy mocha and buzzing coffee-shop atmosphere
Here's to 3 cover letters I need to write. Scratch that.
Here's to 3 cover letter I WILL write.
Here's to my article I WILL make GREAT progress on today.

Somehow I accidentally opened this blog on my phone, so when I sat down at a table in Peregrine Espresso, I checked my phone and saw it. Well, I saw Tasha's slug post, to be exact. I giggled.

I thought: here's my pep talk! I'll check on my writing community!

Ok, I really need to draw from the energy here in the ether and away from Procrasti. I need to get through my work. No. Bask in my work, enjoy writing. I want to write, right? Yes. Ok.

Here's to you three. I think the very existence of this blog will help me get to it.

I'll let you know.

I'll start with the article.

Peace.

slow & slimy.

i am a slug.

because i knew you guys would laugh,

but was not too sure about my regular blog readers...

Forehead Tittaes w/ Marion Cotillard from Marion Cotillard

San Francisco History + Martin Scorcese

Thinking about taking the summer off from school (I'll be working full time), & researching Sutro Baths & Adolph Sutro so Eames & I can start our screenplay. I know this is a totally random tangent, but it is like a fire burning within me. The story and the setting consume me with inspiration.

Can't. Move. My. Neck.

must stay signed out of facebook today. feel like atreyu's horse sinking to death in the never ending story swap. "artaxxxxx!" (wink @ erin for the x's) (wink at mallie for the NES reference) (wink at nicole so she doesn't feel left out) (wink at myself and finally realize what an idiot i'm being)

i wore a heavy backpack yesterday. fine. today, walking around my apt, getting ready for midday hulu yoga, i glanced @ the vicadin and considered how many months its been since i popped one. so many. then. within five min, my left neck seizes up and i cant turn my head. i do a few easy standing yoga poses in my living room anyway. in denial. then i ice for a little. go for a walk around the block. drink a cup of coffee @ jacob's on the corner. and now i'm icing again, terrified i'm gonna have to resort to a muscle relaxer which will completely decapitate my day. my aiming to be productive independent work day. eff. (i don't even know how to spell independent. that is suggestive i think.)

so i'm announcing my dilemma, hoping that the positive energy from (where do we even live now, since procrasti is in the past?)... here... will give me the will to truck on through the pain & narcotize later.

Walking is better than caffeine

I just returned to NBC News Channel after a stakeout at Rep. Massa's office (just announced his retirement today). We chased him down the hall and our cameraman hit a wall - oops! Ha.

Anyway, afterward, I had to get the tape back to our bureau STAT so we could feed it to our New York affiliate. So, I speed walked around the Capitol building feeling like Charlie with a golden ticket.

Instead of getting into a chocolate factory, though, my golden ticket got me appreciation from our assignment desk who immediately fed the tape.

All this to say: my feet are jittering, I'm sitting up straight. It's like I had a coffee! Tasha's theory was RIGHT. I'm going to walk instead of drink coffee from now on.