Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Quote of the Day

Jordan: "I wore a wool jacket today... It's gunna be 72 soon. I looked like an idiot with a jacket on."

Me: "I'm sure you didn't."

Jordan: "People were wearing shirts.I had a fur hat on and a scarf made of live sheep. Still think I looked appropriate? I was walking with those snow shoes with the holes in them, like flippers, but made of wicker. There were ice picks hanging from my safety harness which was tightly secured to my hip."

Me: "Well, I'm sure nobody was looking at you."

Jordan: "Alyson, I was being pulled by 6 siberian huskies tied to a sled. I was involuntarily whipping them because my years of training became my natural instinct."

Me: "It's New York City. People don't look around at others."

Jordan: "I HAD TO AMPUTATE MY LEFT FOOT DUE TO FROSTBITE! You still think people werent looking?"

Thursday, September 20, 2012

A Couple Of Winter's Ago

These were taken on my .000002 mph walk past Bryant Park. There is something about all of the Manhattan odors ceasing to exist in sub-freezing weather that made even the strongest gusts of wind freezing my eyeballs and nipping at my extremeties feel like I was on vacation.

Quote of the Day

A: "Your fart last night was far and away the most horrendous gas passed in the history of both man and dinoaur kind."

J: "Oh get over it. And yourself for that matter. I've seen your morning breath decapitate creatures."

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

See Saw

I don't know if I should blame my mood swings on the incessant pressure changes, or my body's keen ability to recognize that this year with be the last one on this Earth? 12.12.12. for lyfe, yo! That would be quite the story, hmm? My body is finally adept at recognizing something and it is the finality of life as we know it.

I would apologize for the drifting, but that's what this whole extended brain release is right now. Drifting and waffling. Going from so determined to so resigned in a matter of minutes. Feeling resolve steel inside my blood and then melt away with a text message. Climbing up this pedestal I built, getting halfway to the top and realizing I overestimated the height. Or should I say halfway to the bottom?

Here's to hoping the cool weather that is slowly creeping its way around the perimeter of these early Fall days makes it's way to my core and chills me out. Or maybe rubs some dry leaves together and starts a fire. I don't care which direction it takes me at this point- I just so desperately want to stop ending up exactly where I started.