hm, so after a record-breaking nine posts yesterday and nine posts the day before, and who knows how many Shout-Outs, it has come to this: Silence in the land of insanity.
No, it's good. (had a nice, peaceful and productive day at work..)
I think about one post a day is good, and still hope to see some interesting and out-of-the-ordinary shpeels on random life tidbits :)

// Rain, rain, rain. Must have heard at least ten SCRREECHings today outside my window.. No SCCREECH..CRASH!!es though, which is a relief.

frodowhodo (f, if you're out there :)
i think things started getting out of control when the shout out function was added. most of our time is consumed by reading other people's comments, no? if you really want things to simmer down, i suggest we halt shout out for the time being. seriously. i know, as much as i think shout outs are amusing, i have to admit it's the culprit. it's become a free-for-all in here. the guestbook is enough creative space for others. so frodowhodo, what do you think?

sorry, i'm not a poem person

i've not been inspired enough to write a real one, but here's a little tribute that shall be my Assignment #3.

Mr. Foreign Man
I salute you.
So much cuteness
In a little man
I would not have imagined.

With Curly hair and
Greek accent
you lug around
your chain of keys
greeting all who pass you by.

An older greek gentleman takes care of the cars in the church lot where i park now. I had to ask him to move a car that was blocking me in when i was going to lunch... he carries ALL the cars' keys together on one enormous looped chain (among which my spare also hangs). I can never make out a single word he says but I must say, he's really a sweet little man.

(on a rainy grey day in downtown dc)
a: hey, where did you get that umbrella?
1: i bought it from a bum
r: a bum? you mean a vendor
1: no a bum. i bought it off of him
a: you TOOK the bum's umbrella when it's raining outside?
1: no, i bought it off of him! i gave him ten dollars
a: ten dollars? that's the worth of the umbrella. he didn't make anything
b: what, you took an umbrella from a homeless guy?
r: (laughing out loud by now)
2: yeh, 1 punched the homeless guy and took his umbrella!
1: but the umbrella has a hole in it. and the bum was really happy when i gave him the money
c: you know, you can put tape over that hole
2: the bum didn't have legs! (starts singing, "i have no legs, i have no legs" which is supposedly from a disturbing movie called "kids")
r: (laughs all the way to the bathroom)

yes. this is the kind of conversation that can happen at an office, a research institute, RIGHT before a policy event. 1=intern 1, 2=intern 2, a=coworker a, b=coworker b, c=coworker c, r=me

by the way, my sisters use xanga, which is supposed to be all the rage now. it's like blogger on steroids. i mean, it looks prettier, so i guess it wouldn't be steroids, so maybe blogger with a lot of makeup... and i bet you they don't have functions like shout outs that go on the fritz (that's a german name isn't it?) i'm also wondering, where is my boss?!

hm, shout-outs seem to be on the fritz again (is that even an expression, am i messing it up??). Anyway, Thanks, fro, thanks ando. Thanks Do, thanks Do's Grams. ("I'd like to thank everyone who made lunch possible")
:) Now i can stop crying for jjigae
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Still cravin'

boohoo..
Any kind would do.
As long as it was some good
Korean Jjigae.

!!!! i'm starving...

man, what i wouldn't give for some good korean food right now.. I got me a HUMONGOUS craving for some jjigae.
Jen said there's kimchi jjigae at Lexington Market now! Is that weird, of all things to serve there. i wonder if they get dirty looks from their neighboring vendors.

// HEY, for those of us in this area: We should go see Jonah, by BigIdea (makers of veggietales)! And eat at Al Pacino's! (yeah!) :) our first "free" weekend in a long time's comin' up..

random thought:
y'know, people's writing and speaking styles can be SO DIFFERENT. (i know different parts of your brain control writing and speaking.. is one left and the other right hemisphere? there's that thingamajig in the middle that's supposed to be like the line of communication between them and all but i personally don't think it works that well. --i'm setting myself up to get crushed by Mister Mister, but das ok)
Anyway since we're on the topic of poem writing -- i was just thinking that we've got some real poets among us, and it's kind of surprising cuz they sound nothing like their writing when they speak.. you read certain things that people write and you expect the author to be a certain way.. then you meet them and they're completely another way. Know what i mean?

Anyway, that's cool. I love human expression. I love the written word, the subtleties that it allows you. I LOVE visual arts! I love dance and movement. Music. What an awesome range of emotions and ideas we're able to express, and in so many ways..!
Audience of One's so great - letting all these forms of expression come out and be developed and come together in worship.. n'est-ce pas?

by the way, i don't know why i'm so philosophical these days...

ANTS ON A LOG
celery sticks
peanut butter
raisins

wash celery sticks. cut them in half lengthwise and then cut them in half across (does that make sense? if it doesn't, just cut them into bits and pieces or however you please). spread peanut butter over the groove of the celery (if you still have a groove after the cutting into bits) and arrange raisins like little ants on a log (or like i said before, just do what you like, and if that means throwing the raisins EVERYWHERE, i won't whimper). now stand there at your kitchen counter, don't sit! eat the sticks, getting peanut butter all over your fingers and face and relive childhood. that's what i did last night. i couldn't believe how happy i was. almost like the time i dumped cookie dough into a pie pan and made myself some cookie pizza. i must have looked eight again. sorry it took me so long to finish assignment #2.

whoa buddy, as of 2:20 pm on October 9, 2002, We are about to hit no. 1000 on the rofrodowhodo site meter. ((loud cheering))
..hm, or is is just proof of a Blog Addiction epidemic..?
999

first it was that i'm a supposed extrovert. now i've realized just how transparent i am. people can tell right away if i'm "sad" because that's not how i am normally. this works against me, especially when i'd like to go unnoticed. so maybe i should just be quiet these days. (and just a note for everyone, i'd still like to think i'm an introvert. only i really know me right?)

so i begin here and now...

i think the calendar was wrong. i think the first day of fall is today. BRRRRR. it took me a while to find my winter clothes this morning. it looks beautiful outside, but it's around 40 degrees supposedly.

speaking of hairy scary window washers, when they wash our windows it sounds like they're CRASHING into our building. we always forget (even though they give prior notice) which day they're supposed to come, and my boss and i never fail to scream and totally flip out when one of the guys CRASHES into our window. CRASH and BASH and SMASH and MASH.

a conversation from this weekend:
r: j, how do you get to...
s: hey, why don't you come eat with us
r: (looks at s who is flanked by two cali brothers and realizes what he's doing) um, we're already finished eating
s: (raises one eyebrow) so are we (a long awkward silence follows...)
j: (gets up looking a little embarassed) R, let me introduce you to x and y
x and y: hi, what's up, how do you do who do you do (ok, ok, they didn't really say THIS part)
r: it's nice to meet you (runs away)

yeh, we're becoming a rare species us singles. but gosh darnit we will survive!!!

Wow ok, that was scary.
So nobody at my work is ever told about anything right? (In part cuz I have hands down the craziest secretary woman, i'll have to tell you stories about her some other time - her name's Veronica. R, remember?)

Anyway, these two scroungy looking men come around to my cubicle. They're just like, "hi" as they walk across to my window. The older one (he must be sixty-something) fights the window open and climbs outside. I don't have a balcony or anything, mind you. Not really much of a ledge either, really. I'm frozen in my seat thinking, What the..! Is he going to JUMP?
Don't worry though, i never noticed the little latches next to the windows before. The old guy latched himself to those with a belt he was wearing and the second guy handed him a window wiper thing. When they finished up the old guy climbed back in. whew.
What a scary way to clean windows. I wish they would inform us of things like that.. i almost made a scene. There's lots of older folk here too who might get a heart attack or something.

what's in your name? there's some cool products in mine (fro, don't go buying anything now, i'm not promoting them. i know how you love those infomercial gadgets). There was more than one german website too..
<< YAWN >> so quiet today...

aside from just the way i feel, there's a serious threat to my safety and well being, being sleepy like this. i keep getting off on the wrong floor, and almost walked into a couple things.. i have to drive somewhere for a meeting now, with mr. edward norton jr. man. *nervous*: first meeting for this project. Lord, please let me not make a complete idiot out of myself. thank you..

i had almost forgotten what bags and dark circles under my eyes looked like until this past weekend. but of course, it was so worth it...i think we can write pages about what we gained and how we were blessed through kindred spirit.

what a crazy morning! right as i walked through the door i was given an assignment which my coworker and i are still grappling with. oh well, we get a paid lunch today. WHOOPIDEE DOO!

you know what's crazy, i know almost every single one of those places where people were shot by the sniper. I used to go to the Wheaton Michaels all the time. Leisure World was right by my favorite park. I grew up in Aspen Hill.
It's so crazy that one person can make such a huge impact on his world, for evil or for good...