moving the house.

How does one move a big house? Good question. Well, according to my recent observations, one simply cuts the thing in half, loads it onto two trucks, and drives it down the highway. I have seen this happen repeatedly throughout my life and have never questioned the process until now. The house was too big.

The other day, I was driving down the highway, going to school, and in the distance, I saw a big house, traveling down the highway. Thankfully, it was going westbound to my eastbound, so it didn't pose any real problems to me. It was huge... huge, acutally quite frightening. As I passed it, I noticed that it was taking up the entirity of two lanes. While it was slowing things down, it didn't seem to be creating big problems given that this section of the road was 3 lanes. I wondered, and am still curious to know how things would go just a couple of miles down the road when it entered the construction zone that had only two skinny lanes with no wiggle room whatsoever. This got me to thinking that there must be a better way to move a house. Then, the other giant half of the house passed, and I just chuckled.

The next day, they were driving a yacht down the highway.

chasing buses...

I chased a bus today. It is cold, very cold, and apparently when it is cold, I loose my ability to make decisions that prevent me from looking like an idiot, or it prevents me from thinking at all. It went something like this...

I was walking, the bus was sitting approx. 50 yards away. I noticed that it was my bus, so I put some spring in my step. Then, the bus started moving. Without thaught, I began to jog after it. Then, I realized that it was moving faster than I was, so I started to sprint. As I ran along side, I began to slam my fist on the side of the bus, still running, until it stopped. I hopped on, thanked the bus driver, and took my seat.

As I sat and took a sigh of relief, I realized that I must have looked like a complete idiot. Then it occurred to me that I would only have looked like an idiot if the bus hadn't stopped, but since it did stop, I looked like the type of person that everyone else wishes they were (you know, the one that has the self-confidence to run after a bus).

Or, I might just be trying to convince myself of that because I am to insecure with myself to be okay with looking like an idiot. Either way, I prevented myself from further cold, so it is okay.

The Christmas Blend is back at Starbucks. This marks a change in the season. The winter has finally come, and I like that. The Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale is also back on the shelves. This too makes me quite happy.

The Front Room is dead. Well, technically, it is still alive, but as we once knew it, the Front Room is dead. Last weekend marked the official closing ceremonies of that place that so many of us called home. It was very sad. I am sorry that you missed it.

Here is the thing about OSU and Michigan. I don't really care. I am not what you would call a football fan. Frankly, I think that it is a bit silly. So, as much as I would like to see you, I don't think that I will be there to join in the festivities. I also have to go to a Black Keys show here in Cleveland on Saturday night. My deepest apologies.

the beta

In rock climbing there is this thing we call beta. Essentially, beta is the answer to the problem. It is strange though... my beta may be far different than your beta but both betas are equally right. I am tall, you are short, you have long arms and I have short arms, I have long legs and you have a short torso. The way you climb something may look entirely different from the way that I climb something... but they both work equally well. My beta may help Joe Schmoe climb the wall and yours may make him fall on his ass. Beta. It is quite thought provoking.

Life is much like climbing. I have beta, you have beta, both seem to be working. We take the advice of our friends, but what if their life beta isn't going to work for me. How am I to know that their beta isn't going to make me fall on my ass. Because really, I am quite capable of making myself fall on my ass, I don't really need anyone else's help. If I am going to listen to you and what you have to say, it sure as hell better be right. Sadly, that is not the way it works.

Someone should write a beta book. The beta should be organized in such a way that each of us can fall under a certain type of person: tall, height and apex equal, weak ankles, long torso. I could then find myself in the book and follow that beta for my life. It would have to be general beta... things like... handle problems in this way; when you feel emotionally exhausted, spend some time alone, rather than spending more time with people; when life gets hard, keep pushing, you really are capable of doing it; be friends with this type of person rather than this type, it will make your life much easier.

No. It is necessary that I write my own beta, and every once in a while I will get lucky and your beta will work for me. I am going to have to start climbing again... it makes my reality more manageable. Its processes somehow educate me in life. You should give it a try.

Hello World!

Should I try this again? I must say... I have my doubts. I am sure you have your doubts as well. I think we should give it a try anyhow. Here we go.

Did you know that I go to Kent State University now. Well, I do. It is great! I must say... no OU but not to shabby. Apparently, OU and Kent are playing eachother in football this weekend, and it is a big deal... at least that is what Jim at Starbucks tells me. Both are undefeated in the MAC thus far... what fun it will be. I am not going.

Lyndsey Teter is a sweatshirt stealer. Mae... I haer that you had a date last night? Eh? Well? What do you have to say? I didn't have a date last night. I haven't had a date in quite some time and well, it is a bit sad if you ask me.

I lost my socks this morning. It is cold in Akron and having no socks is quite unpleasant. Molnar stole them. She tried to give me one of her's but she had been wearing it for three days. I would rather my feet be cold than stinky. I got some more socks though, so now I am okay.

Chris Cantoni was sitting in Starbucks this morning when I walked in at approx. 6:30. It was quite a shock. He looks the same. Did you know that it is colder in Akron than it is in Chicago. This disturbs me. With cold I want snow and although it has snowed, there is not snow. This does not make me happy. It is all white in West Virginia. I think that I must move.

Julie Mazzei and comparative politics is calling my name. Until next time. Good night and good luck.