i think i'm going to start calling ohio oh-no-hi-oh again times infinity.

S-Naked

Last night I had a dream that I was prancing around St. Louis, MO wearing nothing but a pair of the new Ivory Python Christian Louboutin heels.

This is quite atypical of me.

1. St. Louis?!
2. Louboutin heels?!
3. Naked?!

What does it mean?

About Those Trips...

Well. Harumph.

Yesterday I thought I had finally solidified my spring 2008 travel plans, only to discover today that the plans, well, they-are-a-changing. Reader, you may have noticed that I took down my previous post due to the somewhat drastic change in plans.

I'll likely have a much clearer picture of what my spring and summer will look like within the next few weeks, so I shall post planned adventures when certain travel plans coagulate. You know, for those of you who might be interested in hearing about the Ws and the H of my travels.

I'm just sayin'.

Baby, It's Cold Outside

MINI and snow dump
Originally uploaded by thesynesthetic

Knoxville, I miss you already.

Yesterday marked the first, real, bona-fide snow dump of 2007 in the city of the Cleves.

This weather makes me want to hibernate, not exercise, and put on seven pounds of winter weight.

Moooving

My life is in constant states of movement. Physically and emotionally. I know I mentioned it a few posts ago, but I recently moved geographically - AGAIN. Two times in one year. Not what I necessarily wanted to do, but something I needed to do for the time being. I am not sure how this move will all pan out for the shorter long-term, but the not knowing is sometimes the best part of new adventures and chapters in one's life.

On that note, I will be resuming my x365 on Monday, December 10th. After my 30th birthday. Wowee. Thirty.

Tunnels

On my journey up from KnoxvilleTN to EriePA on Monday, I drove through CincinnatiOH. While coasting along Highway 71 North, you encounter a fairly long tunnel. I held my breath through it. Just like I used to do when I was a kid and we were on family trips to visit one of my sisters in NashvilleTN. Funny thing, though. The tunnel is not nearly as long as I remember it to be. Or maybe as I've grown up, my perceptions of things that I once held as so much larger than life and monumental in my mind have diminished.

When I was a child, I remember barely being able to hold my breath the entire length of the tunnel. Twenty years later I hold my breath like a pro. Has the passing of time and maniacal exercise and smoking the P-Funks helped expand my lungs? Do I have a larger capacity to hold my hot air inside of me?

Just a thought on a random Saturday evening.

New York.

You write to me and your language intrigues me. You write to me and I feed off of what you choose to nourish my brain with on any particular day.

This dance that we perform every time we interact. Online. Telephonically. In-person. The beauty in the what is not being said, perplexes, humors, chafes me.

New York is always on my mind.