Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

As it goes, life has been spinning faster than the speed of light. 2015 was filled with an array of changes, trips, writings, heartbreaks, and--well--just the speed of life.  I didn't send Holiday cards this year. If I had, paper ones would have looked like this digital one I posted via Instagram. Right column: 1. Vienna and Salzburg 2. Chezolslsvakia and Lublin, Poland (there's a hidden joke in the pic) 3. Boston and Salem 4. Garrison, NY and Manhattan 5.The Pope and Fall on campus and Pamakkule  Left column: 1. 2014's Swansong, Daffs in Spring, and Spring Pink 2. Poppies in Ankara, Ulus, Louisville, KY 3. Running Route in VA, trains, western Colorado 4. Half Marathon again, Connecticut sunset 5. Five mile trail in a half, NYC at dusk On the painted surface it was a beautiful year.  I was gone a lot this past year, as in I was physically home less than six months...not consecutively.  I plan to be gone more this year.  2015: Connecticut, Germany, Austria, Polan...

So, among the many things I say and do making my own workout gear is now  one of them.  Posting said photos of that gear is now a given.  Read on, as I may regret this in the morning.   First up: Sewaholic's Dunbar Top .  Yea . . . let's just say I was in desperate need of running tops and pants since I painted, overhauled, and revamped my tiny city apartment this summer.  As in, 90 percent of my running gear found its way to the bin with paint marks and rips.  C'est la vie.   Anywho . . . the top. I used some left over black swimsuit lining from the suit I made last summer, left over mesh from the bra rabbit hole , and some band elastic from the previous venture.  The purple performance knit my Mom got me over the summer, I had slightly less than a yard.  I was going to make a bra, but hey . . . sports top with a built in bra is even better!  For a truly wearable muslin, this bad boy was 1.5 hours from PDF purchase, p...

I realize that the slow rising realization that my marriage flopped--rather profoundly if I must say--is starting to shock the lot of you.  Though, you should remember that I was single for more than 30 years (near 36) before taking that ill fated trip down the isle.  Seriously, I've moved on, I'm good, I'm happy.  Things went down a year ago.  I'm not going into that now . . .  dramatics and damage of love undone is not something I really care to broadcast for internet harvesting of sorts. None-the-less, we have another serious conversation to have. I know that many of my so-called friends enjoy signing me up for every Republican list serve there is during political season.  Well, this year, it seams these chumps have found a new level of hell.  Republican people meet dot com is apparently a real f-ing dating site.  Dude.  No.  Oh no.  Just hell f-ing no. Last spring I let a couple folks talk me into a brief stint at online d...

It's been awhile.  Too long.  Too short.  In all reality, probably more of just what I needed. Since 1 May I spent around 22 nights in my bed, and not consecutively.  Oiy vey, I know. So, in light of that . . . here's a momentary catch up on how I found a way past the long and painful writer's block.  I have to say, when you write as much as I do and the words refuse to come . . . it is a painful stagnation, like being suspended in mid flight with the awestruck wonder of starring at an expansive world and a gut wrenching fear as the tension isn't meant to be stationary . . . too long and you'll snap, to never return from the motley flight of dreams, death, and a sliver of deafening reality filled with angst and self loathing. So, I finally wrote again.  Passionate, funny, and filled from my core.  Damn.  Damn, what a sweet release. Along the way there, I meandered Turkey for two glorious weeks in May.  My presentation was stellar, as ...