Good morning readers,
I’ve realized that one of the reasons I don’t post to this blog more often is that I feel that each post has to have “enough” content. In the past, I’ve restricted each post to a particular reflection, idea, what have you. However, I’m trying something new with this post: a hodgepodge of little stories, if you will. You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. Okay, let’s begin.
I was driving yesterday afternoon in Seattle to meet up with some friends. While stopped at a traffic light, I glanced over to my left. There was a woman driving a car, and in the back seat was a bulldog. As if sensing my glance, the bulldog stuck his face out of the window nearest to me. I couldn’t help but smile. If a 30 second encounter with someone else’s dog cheers me up that much, imagine what owning one will do. I can’t wait to care for a dog once I move into a more permanent dwelling.
Next story: This morning started with a common ritual: ordering a drip coffee in the Starbucks across from my apartment. Before leaving, I noticed a flyer announcing a local theater company’s production of Twelfth Night. My mind can jump from one memory to another, and I’ll usually have to explain to whomever I am with how I made the association in my head. Upon seeing this flyer, I was reminded of my English teacher in high school, Mrs. Stern. This was when Birmingham’s mascot was still the Braves (not the Patriots, changed for politically correct reasons), and before everything seemed to go to shit. Anyways, Mrs. Stern was an awesome teacher. Although she was strict, I believe she acted that way in our best interests. She truly wanted us to succeed not only in her class, but in life. I can honestly say that my college writings would have been much worse had it not been for her, and I may not be where I am today. She passed away unexpectedly when she was only 58, and it was quite shocking. Mrs. Stern, you are missed.
Last story: While in Hawaii, my girlfriend and I were witness to some of the most atrocious parking jobs we have ever seen at our Maui hotel. Since returning, I decided to print out some forms from youparklikeanasshole.com. They’re in my glove compartment, yet I haven’t had the gall to actually put one on someone else’s windshield. Coincidentally, the same day that I printed it out, I got the flat tire. I have a feeling that karma is trying to tell me, “Don’t push it.”
Anyways, this post is coming to a close. For those of you that read this blog, let me know your thoughts about the new style of post. If you like it, there may be more in store.
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Dude! My high school mascot was the Indians, and we also changed to the Patriots (after I graduated). Personally, as a Patriot, I feel offended by that mascot.
I think this style is cool -w hatever you like. As long as you’re writing. Personally I just make a post category for short posts so I don’t feel bad if all I want to write is two sentences.
I figure, more blog posts!
The bad thing about the asshole-parking ticket is that you’re judging someone’s behavior on a single instance. It would be cool if based on the person’s license plate, you could figure out how much you suck at parking, e.g. “10 times over that past month, people have noticed that you park like an asshole. And that’s the ones that bothered to complain.”
Lets just get rid of cars and switch to bicycles.
BTW, that wasn’t karma, it was me that punctured your tire. lol jk
hmmm.. you know how they do “wheresgeorge.com”? I say we start a license plate tracking site for bad parking or stupid driving cars…
But more posts is good… stories are always good… Lord knows I never get to talk to you, I’ll take what I can get