Home and sickly. What better time to finish the 'ol hitchhiking posts, eh?
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Common Cold
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
I'm not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.
By pounding brow and swollen lip;
By fever's hot and scaly grip;
By those two red redundant eyes
That weep like woeful April skies;
By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
By handkerchief after handkerchief;
This cold you wave away as naught
Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!
Give ear, you scientific fossil!
Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;
The Cold of which researchers dream,
The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.
This honored system humbly holds
The Super-cold to end all colds;
The Cold Crusading for Democracy;
The Führer of the Streptococcracy.
Bacilli swarm within my portals
Such as were ne'er conceived by mortals,
But bred by scientists wise and hoary
In some Olympic laboratory;
Bacteria as large as mice,
With feet of fire and heads of ice
Who never interrupt for slumber
Their stamping elephantine rumba.
A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!
Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;
Don Juan was a budding gallant,
And Shakespeare's plays show signs of talent;
The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,
And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.
Oh what a derision history holds
For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!
-Ogden Nash
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Turkey Day left overs. Omnomnom.
Good friends, good meat, good god, let's eat!
The Joy of Little Things
The Joy of Little Things
It's good the great green earth to roam,
Where sights of awe the soul inspire;
But oh, it's best, the coming home,
The crackle of one's own hearth-fire!
You've hob-nobbed with the solemn Past;
You've seen the pageantry of kings;
Yet oh, how sweet to gain at last
The peace and rest of Little Things!
Where sights of awe the soul inspire;
But oh, it's best, the coming home,
The crackle of one's own hearth-fire!
You've hob-nobbed with the solemn Past;
You've seen the pageantry of kings;
Yet oh, how sweet to gain at last
The peace and rest of Little Things!
Perhaps you're counted with the Great;
You strain and strive with mighty men;
Your hand is on the helm of State;
Colossus-like you stride . . . and then
There comes a pause, a shining hour,
A dog that leaps, a hand that clings:
O Titan, turn from pomp and power;
Give all your heart to Little Things.
You strain and strive with mighty men;
Your hand is on the helm of State;
Colossus-like you stride . . . and then
There comes a pause, a shining hour,
A dog that leaps, a hand that clings:
O Titan, turn from pomp and power;
Give all your heart to Little Things.
Go couch you childwise in the grass,
Believing it's some jungle strange,
Where mighty monsters peer and pass,
Where beetles roam and spiders range.
'Mid gloom and gleam of leaf and blade,
What dragons rasp their painted wings!
O magic world of shine and shade!
O beauty land of Little Things!
Believing it's some jungle strange,
Where mighty monsters peer and pass,
Where beetles roam and spiders range.
'Mid gloom and gleam of leaf and blade,
What dragons rasp their painted wings!
O magic world of shine and shade!
O beauty land of Little Things!
I sometimes wonder, after all,
Amid this tangled web of fate,
If what is great may not be small,
And what is small may not be great.
So wondering I go my way,
Yet in my heart contentment sings . . .
O may I ever see, I pray,
God's grace and love in Little Things.
Amid this tangled web of fate,
If what is great may not be small,
And what is small may not be great.
So wondering I go my way,
Yet in my heart contentment sings . . .
O may I ever see, I pray,
God's grace and love in Little Things.
So give to me, I only beg,
A little roof to call my own,
A little cider in the keg,
A little meat upon the bone;
A little garden by the sea,
A little boat that dips and swings . . .
Take wealth, take fame, but leave to me,
O Lord of Life, just Little Things.
A little roof to call my own,
A little cider in the keg,
A little meat upon the bone;
A little garden by the sea,
A little boat that dips and swings . . .
Take wealth, take fame, but leave to me,
O Lord of Life, just Little Things.
-Robert Service
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Oh hello!
Hey Mom and Dad,
Guess what? I chopped wood for you today! But I bet you already knew that. Here's a graphic of something that should never be a thing until that nebulous future date that I actually write a summary of my adventures.
Guess what? I chopped wood for you today! But I bet you already knew that. Here's a graphic of something that should never be a thing until that nebulous future date that I actually write a summary of my adventures.
-M@
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaltzing
Waltzing with bears!
Right, it's bed time. Had loads of fun (hah!) moving wood today, and tomorrow will be double the adventure! But before I do, FUN TRIVIA TIME! Did you know that this song is actually an adaptation from a Dr. Suess song ( "Uncle Terwilliger Waltzes with Bears" ) in Cat in the Hat? Now you do!
He goes wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-waltzing with bears,
Raggy bears, shaggy bears, baggy bears too.
There's nothing on earth Uncle Walter won't do,
So he can go waltzing, wa-wa-wa-waltzing,
So he can go waltzing, waltzing with bears!
...and now he's dancing with pandas,
and can't understand us,
and the bears all demand
at least one dance a day!
It's good to be home.
Right, it's bed time. Had loads of fun (hah!) moving wood today, and tomorrow will be double the adventure! But before I do, FUN TRIVIA TIME! Did you know that this song is actually an adaptation from a Dr. Suess song ( "Uncle Terwilliger Waltzes with Bears" ) in Cat in the Hat? Now you do!
He goes wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-waltzing with bears,
Raggy bears, shaggy bears, baggy bears too.
There's nothing on earth Uncle Walter won't do,
So he can go waltzing, wa-wa-wa-waltzing,
So he can go waltzing, waltzing with bears!
...and now he's dancing with pandas,
and can't understand us,
and the bears all demand
at least one dance a day!
It's good to be home.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Phoenix
Another day well lived. I am happy to curl up in these 4xl sweat pants (damn straight) and go to sleep under this mountain of blankets, ahhh the good life. [highlights of today: good weather, a wonderful tea date, and the opportunity to say goodbye to a beautiful soul. Dance well, grandma Jo!]
In lieu of our regular programming, I'd just like to share two recently discovered happy gems of the internet with you:
For all you NPR fans: A love song for Terry Gross
Cat Yodeling :
In lieu of our regular programming, I'd just like to share two recently discovered happy gems of the internet with you:
For all you NPR fans: A love song for Terry Gross
Cat Yodeling :
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Full Circle
After "4 hours" turned "delay, reroute, standby and 10 hour" adventure later (Delta, you can suck it). I finally made it to the wonderful wedding of the wonderful Michelle Tutkowski and Greg Eul, congratulations to both of them on the start to a beautiful marriage!
After one last 1am car ride back to Madison, my trip has finally come full circle and it feels great!
After one last 1am car ride back to Madison, my trip has finally come full circle and it feels great!
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
FOUR MORE YEARS!
...and it's National Diabetes Awareness Month to top it all off! (Click here for a list of 20 awesome Diabetes-related blogs and sites on the internet! And tell yo' friends!)
In the spirit of squeezing every last drop of adventure juice out of this journey known as life, things have not stopped moving and shaking here in DC! Exciting politics aside (GO TAMMY BALDWIN, YOUDABEST! HEALTH CARE REFORM HERE WE COME? CITIZENS UNITED CHALLENGED! FOURMOREYEARS! ) plenty of tree climbing, birthday celebrating, friend making, job networking has gone on!
I'm pretty sure I started this post with something specific in mind, but as it's about 3 hours past my bedtime (and I'm in bed already mostly asleep), I'll get back to you on that one. In the meanwhile, HERE IS THE NEWEST AND GROOVIEST STUDY ON STEM CELL THERAPY MAKING LEAPS AND BOUNDS AS A TREATMENT. YAY CHINA! (warning, it's a link to the actual study. Cite 'dem sources!)
In closing (we're classing up our poems for a bit):
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| DC CELEBRATES! (Turns out they usually vote ~90% Democratic. Wowsa!) |
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| FOUR MORE YEARS! |
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| Don't worry mom, I only climbed it for a little bit |
I'm pretty sure I started this post with something specific in mind, but as it's about 3 hours past my bedtime (and I'm in bed already mostly asleep), I'll get back to you on that one. In the meanwhile, HERE IS THE NEWEST AND GROOVIEST STUDY ON STEM CELL THERAPY MAKING LEAPS AND BOUNDS AS A TREATMENT. YAY CHINA! (warning, it's a link to the actual study. Cite 'dem sources!)
In closing (we're classing up our poems for a bit):
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Slacking Again
UPDATE IS COMING TOMORROW. After I vote today. And apply for this kick-ass internship with the American Geophysical Union. And leave you with a summation of possibly the best weekend of 2012.
Not pictured: Hurricanes, DC United soccer games, copious amounts of apple fritters, delicious potlucks, every free activity ever.
P.s. Will and I made Washington Post, TMZ, and Jezabel (for those of you that read it) among others... MOMMA, I MADE IT TO THE BIG LEAGUES!
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
-Bilbo Baggins
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| Sketch and Skeeze. |
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| Know puppets, know peace! DC is pretty much the coolest. |
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| Capitol? Capitol. CAPITOL! |
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| StUFT TV! |
P.s. Will and I made Washington Post, TMZ, and Jezabel (for those of you that read it) among others... MOMMA, I MADE IT TO THE BIG LEAGUES!
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
-Bilbo Baggins
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Life beats on
Today I made (literally) $100 from a craigslist ad, helping a girl and her mom move furniture for about 30 minutes. Someday I'll have enough money to throw around cash like that.. maybe.. probably not. Woohf! For now, Jumbo pizza slices to celebrate!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
P.s. The hitchhiking post IS coming!
The Road Not Taken
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
P.s. The hitchhiking post IS coming!
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