Thanks to my homegirl E, I'm now obsessed with the FedEx arrow. I can't stop starting at it whenever I see a FedEx truck on the road.
(Not great for my driving. Must obey traffic, not arrow.)
She pointed readers of her blog to a great interview with the FedEx logo designer.
I was a writing major in college (heh) and as a result took my fair share of creative writing classes. One of the exercises that I loved the most was searching for found poetry - unintentional acts of poetic genius.
In my online travels yesterday, I ran across a page about an amusement park in Japan that offers a sky cycle.
The Google auto-translation made me smile. Pure found poetry:
When you row, the body moving, we fear!
It may become firm, is---Courage is shaken, squeezing!
We would like to close the eye, when with so it does, excess we fear,…
Going to there, returning turning, if it is not densely, it does not end
If you read nothing else, at least look at the picture captions.
What were you doing one year ago today?
Submitted by CassandraMorgan.
A year ago today, I was probably crying into a Super Value Meal, chain smoking, denying that I would ever feel OK again.
About two weeks prior, I had been unceremoniously ejected from (in retrospect) a debilitating relationship, in which I had completely lost sight of who I was.
One year later, I'm the person that I wanted to be the whole time (and I met someone that loves me for it who I absolutely love in return and who makes me feel like a sexy, funny, smart, righteous love ninja).
I haven't had the honest-to-god stomach flu in years, and I forgot how hard it can be on the body. Thankfully, mine appeared to be of the 24-hour variety, so at least I'm not still wallowing with abdominal pain (fingers crossed). A few oddly good things came out of it, though --
1. I read a fantastic book, The Memory of Running by Ron McLarty. (in my books sidebar)
2. I slept and slept and slept and slept.
3. J is my hero, with chicken soup, ginger ale, crackers and brownies.
4. I think I can now fit into my bridesmaids dress.
