“I had insecurities and fears like everybody does, and I got over it. But I was interested in the parts of me that struggled with those things.” — Philip Seymour Hoffman
Matt Moberg - Love On My Arm
Replay replay replay replay replay allday.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.
Kodaline - All I Wanted
So I’m definitely having a lot of feelings tonight. And last night. And..well. Let’s be honest. For the past few weeks. This is one of those songs that helps and hurts all at the same time.
Usually I won’t post political things. I will not take a stand, or post my opinions publicly. Generally speaking, when people do, I scroll right past it. I don’t care what you think. And if you post one thing, chances are you’ve posted a hundred different things. It just gets old, is all I’m saying. I do social media for a totally different reason. But that’s a different topic altogether.
Today, I’m breaking my vow of silence. I’m calling bullshit on the whole government shutdown. It’s finally struck a nerve that is extremely close to home.
Four Soldiers and one Marine died this weekend in Afghanistan. A report from the Seattle PI:
— Four soldiers died Oct. 6, in Zhari District, Afghanistan, of injuries sustained when enemy forces attacked their unit with an improvised explosive device; killed were: 1st Lt. Jennifer M. Moreno, 25, of San Diego, Calif., assigned to Madigan Army Medical Center, Joint Base Lewis-McChord, Wash.; Sgt. Patrick C. Hawkins, 25, of Carlisle, Pa., assigned to the 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, Fort Benning, Ga.; Sgt. Joseph M. Peters, 24, of Springfield, Mo., assigned to the 5th Military Police Battalion, Vicenza, Italy; and Pfc. Cody J. Patterson, 24, of Philomath, Ore., assigned to the 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, at Fort Benning, Ga.
—Lance Cpl. Jeremiah M. Collins, Jr., 19, of Milwaukee, Wis., died Oct. 5 while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan; assigned to Combat Logistics Regiment 2, 2nd Marine Logistics Group, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, N.C.
When a Soldier dies in combat, their remains are brought to Dover Air Force Base in Delaware. Also when a Soldier dies in combat, their family is awarded $100,000 within 36 hours of the death. These funds are processed immediately for many reasons, two of the most important being funeral arrangements and for the homecoming. The family is able to use this money to fly to Dover for the final homecoming of the deceased; to respect their loved one as they make their final journey home, and to watch them escorted off of the plane in a casket draped with the American Flag. It is a very important, very practiced, very sacred tradition that we have in the Army. It is a ceremony you hope to never participate in, and one that occurs entirely too often.
Due to the government shutdown, the families have been denied the financial benefits, pending further approval of bills and what not. They will have to finance the plane tickets with their own money (assuming they have enough), all while confronting this tremendous loss. I feel nothing but sorrow for them, and I’m fighting back tears just writing the words.
Quite frankly, I’m disgusted. Congress is supposed to talk about it tomorrow (Wednesday) and have the President sign the bill if it is approved. While they sit in their comfortable, air conditioned rooms and bicker like school children, people are giving their lives to keep this damn country free, and their families are not being assisted in getting to Dover.
1LT Jennifer Moreno, 25. Stationed at Madigan Army Medical Center. She was sitting where I am right now, just a few years ago. AMEDD BOLC Class 1-11. In my exact position, going through the same training, and looking forward to a bright career. Now she’s in a casket, draped in the Stars and Stripes, with her family mourning at home. And they have no idea if they’ll be there for her when she finally makes it back.
Like I said. It hits close to home. I feel or every one of those Soldiers, the Marine, and their family and friends.
So here’s where I break that vow of silence on politics, and here’s where I get angry. I don’t care what decisions you come to up on Capitol Hill. I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care if you give up your paychecks, and I don’t care if you don’t. I care about America, which is why I would keep showing up even if I wasn’t getting paid. I care about this Country and everything it stands for. I care about my rights, the rights of my friends and family, the rights of the People. Those Inalienable Rights. But listen, Congress? Fuck you. Figure your shit out, and give these Soldiers the final rest they deserve.
I actually keep forgetting. Truly. I’m so bored that my mind goes numb and I casually forget basically everything I’m supposed to be doing.
The past two weeks were full of gym time!! I did legs and arms rotating, and started the workouts with a warmup jog, either a fast paced one mile (usually around 7:30) or a 10 minute jog. I also added some interval training in this week.
My biggest accomplishment? I ran our section, and I did it in under 40 minutes. 4 miles in just under 38 minutes, which is farther/faster than I’ve gone in a while. Yippee! I just ordered a new pair of running shoes, and plan on doing two more 4 miles to break them in. There’s a PT test looming on the horizon, and I’m certainly not prepared for it quite yet. Time to kick it in gear!
Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.
As with every other aspect of my life, I have some commitment issues. My commitment to post about my workouts is obviously among them.
So three weeks ago I didn’t do much. With moving and driving and blah blah blah. I could give you a million excuses. But I’ll refrain.
The past two weeks have been better thought. I’ve run nearly every day. All kinds of running. Intervals, long runs, fast miles, and slow warm up jogs. And this week I even got back to the weights. I’ve missed the way my limbs were sore for days after a good work out. That feeling somehow grounds me. It gives me something to focus on throughout the day, other than what’s happening around me. It prevents me from getting absorbed into the thick of things.
My grandparents were here this week, so I didn’t spend too much time out and about. This week, it’s game time.
After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight
After a while you learn
That even the sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers
And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.
When paired with Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky,” Soul Train—the revered dance show that started in the 70s—has never felt more relevant. Now if only I could learn to dance like this.
Forget learning to Texas two step. I’m bringing this back! Specifically the moves that the girl in the orange bell bottoms whips out.
This is wonderful.
Somehow, when it’s sang like this, “To my home girls here with the big butt, shaking it like we at a strip club” sounds a lot more poetic.