We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now
Last night I pried myself aways from my computer to go to the bathroom. As I was heading through the kitchen I just happened to cast a glance over to my phone, on the counter, just as it started to flash to tell me I was receiving a text message. What are the odds? What is the probability that events would line up in that particular order, just so, that such a thing would happen? Instinctively I knew this message was going to be important. This was going to be profound. I held my breath as I opened the message. It was from Mara, and it read..."Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo!"
Ok, not so profound. But it does come as a profound relief to have the occasional moment where, for at least a little while, I can imagine that my friends may actually be stranger than I am.
So lately I have been toying with the idea of giving up the apartment, handing Bambino over to mom and dad, having a huge garage sale, and going on a thousand kilometer walk through Israel.
And I might even do it.
This guy I work with, Ben, is in on this, and has been going on about it for weeks, and finally my curiosity got the better of me and I looked into it myself. To my understanding, it's actually several events sort of cobbled together: two or three big music festivals, all strung together by a long walk through Israel. I could care less about the music festivals, but I find myself drawn to the idea of seeing so foreign a country on foot like that. I figure, I've already been to the Vatican, right? Might as well make a full go of it and check out the Holy Land. And how often does an opportunity like that come along?
The only drawback is, I'll more or less have to give up what I've got here to go and do it. There's no way I can afford to keep my apartment if I'm going to be trotting around the desert in a state of willful unemployment for three months. And if I don't have an apartment, it's basically back to square one. Take the last two years and go "erase erase erase" and start all over again. From that perspective, I have a lot to lose. But if you really look at what I've got...maybe it's not so much after all. It's a crummy, dissatisfying job, a cheap apartment in a crumbling old house, and by the end of the month I'll no longer have any friends in the city. I do love my apartment a lot, and I love living in uptown, but I don't know that I feel like it's enough to be worth tying myself down to it yet. Without trying to romanticize what is essentially going to amount to wandering in the desert with a bunch of stinky hippies for a quarter of a year, at least it's something. It's something big and memorable to do before I get so old as to lose the freedom to do it.
Plus, can you imagine how I'll look when I come back? I am going to look fabulous.
This is all still just something I'm thinking about doing. I'm waiting on more information about what all is going down with this thing before I make any real decisions.
But I don't know, guys...this may be my best chance to ever get a real tan.
Ok, not so profound. But it does come as a profound relief to have the occasional moment where, for at least a little while, I can imagine that my friends may actually be stranger than I am.
So lately I have been toying with the idea of giving up the apartment, handing Bambino over to mom and dad, having a huge garage sale, and going on a thousand kilometer walk through Israel.
And I might even do it.
This guy I work with, Ben, is in on this, and has been going on about it for weeks, and finally my curiosity got the better of me and I looked into it myself. To my understanding, it's actually several events sort of cobbled together: two or three big music festivals, all strung together by a long walk through Israel. I could care less about the music festivals, but I find myself drawn to the idea of seeing so foreign a country on foot like that. I figure, I've already been to the Vatican, right? Might as well make a full go of it and check out the Holy Land. And how often does an opportunity like that come along?
The only drawback is, I'll more or less have to give up what I've got here to go and do it. There's no way I can afford to keep my apartment if I'm going to be trotting around the desert in a state of willful unemployment for three months. And if I don't have an apartment, it's basically back to square one. Take the last two years and go "erase erase erase" and start all over again. From that perspective, I have a lot to lose. But if you really look at what I've got...maybe it's not so much after all. It's a crummy, dissatisfying job, a cheap apartment in a crumbling old house, and by the end of the month I'll no longer have any friends in the city. I do love my apartment a lot, and I love living in uptown, but I don't know that I feel like it's enough to be worth tying myself down to it yet. Without trying to romanticize what is essentially going to amount to wandering in the desert with a bunch of stinky hippies for a quarter of a year, at least it's something. It's something big and memorable to do before I get so old as to lose the freedom to do it.
Plus, can you imagine how I'll look when I come back? I am going to look fabulous.
This is all still just something I'm thinking about doing. I'm waiting on more information about what all is going down with this thing before I make any real decisions.
But I don't know, guys...this may be my best chance to ever get a real tan.
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