Supppp my people?! So. You hear it first. Well, second cuz Facebook heard it first. But, word on the street is SNOW DAY TOMORROW! EFF YESS! I have not had one of these babies in over 4 years. Never once did Union cancel classes in the wake of a storm. So, I'm thinking, I've had this a long time coming. So thank you, snow storm. There should be a name for you.
Anyways, moving on. How have you been, my ponderous anonymous readers? Yes, I have been absent for quite a while, not sure how you managed to survive with out me. But alass...here we are. And let me tell you. The last few days/weeks have been quite the trip. Ups, downs. Tears, smiles. Laughs, crys. Road trip to CT to say adios to my BFF since I was 11. Oh boy. I guess it's all part of growing up, eh? Sometimes I like to look up at the sky and find where snowflakes are born. Other times I like to pretend I'm little again. But you know? No one likes being sad but it makes the happy times that much better. I'm gunna miss driving to CT and hanging with Ashley and Sondra but I look forward to roads trips with Sondra up to Maine. I've always wanted a flannel wearing lumberjack bearded scruffy boy friend. Let the fantasies begin...moooovving on!
So, in trying to set new goals and keep my life busy while getting as little sleep as possible, there are several projects I have put on my plate. First, I have reactivated my Peace Corps Application. Yes. Second, I am starting a photo project. Photo project. What is that? Well, in order to take more photo's (and as you may know I am a fan of film photography) and expand my photography knowledge I am going to set a challenge of one roll of film per month for the next year. I'm also going to wait until the end of this one year project before I develop them. I figure it will be cool to look back at a year of my life through film.
On another note, I have purchased a harmonica! Finally time to act on that goal. But now the issue is actually playing the harmonica. To tell you the truth, it's a lot harder then I thought it would be. To say the least, I have a new found appreciation for Billy Joel, Elton John and all those other singer song writers who perform with a harmonica in their mouth.
One final thing before I consider getting dressed and hitting up the BIER GARTEN for some late night fun before a snow day. Two new races on the map. The first is a half-marathon in Long Island May 1st. Yeah Boiiiii. The second is the famous and infamous Boilermaker in Utica, NY that ends at the Saranac Beer Factory. Can I get a WHOOP WHOOP! Interested? Hit me up...I could always use some company. The Boilermaker has become something of a running revolution over here in Albany.
Alright. On that note, I leave you with two things. A note from my harmonica which you cannot hear and a poem from Sir Shel Silverstein, the master of words. Kind of an ode to youth and hard times if you will...and I believe it's called "Where the Sidewalk Ends"
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
