I wasn't alone but I was lonely; now I am alone but I am not lonely.My boys are FB friends and I guess they don't need to see that, or any other direct reminders of what I have done up here since they went away for this college term. I thought of it because my wife is hella lonely and wakes up in that big bed sobbing, whereas I have been sleeping really well in a bag on the carpet and even waking up before the alarm.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.I can't post that because I want to do so in Klingon and can't find a translation. A blog I read had some Klingon; and I've been reading Will Durant's The Age of Reason Begins, which includes a wonderful exposition on the Elizabethan era that (no doubt temporarily) reawakened my ongoing interest in Shakespeare. Durant's writing is so rich, sumptuous even. A bit heavy on the semicolons; but that's his style. I love his work, and fondly remember hiding in the tall grass behind my stepmother's house when I was sixteen, reading The Age of Faith.
A further conundrum: Pizza will be served today to celebrate a major stepping of the next product (computer chips are in use here and at our major customers' for a year before they go public, during which time they undergo several "steppings" or factory revisions) but it will be right in the middle of my usual gym time. I know better than to bother going to the gym at some other time without my gym buddies, so which do I miss? (I know, right? Who actually agonizes over working out versus free pizza?)
11 comments:
"Who actually agonizes over working out versus free pizza?"
I do. At some, pizza becomes ubiquitous and loses its charm. I'd rather do a mile in the water, THEN go eat the pizza along with a couple of beers . . . at home.
I like pizza. I do not, however, like work pizza. It doesn't matter, even, if they order it from the very place from which I would order it; somehow once it crosses the threshold into the office it loses all that makes it good pizza, and becomes ... bland pizza. Random pizza. Work pizza.
So, I'd've given up the free work pizza for the gym time, if I did gym during free pizza time.
Harry: if you're eating beers, they've gone bad.
LOLZ @ H&G.
I know what you mean about alone v. lonely, Don. I don't lurve living alone, but it would sure beat living with someone WHO KEEPS THE TV AT FULL VOLUME EVERY NIGHT ARGH.
Hey Gekko! You're right. Wow. So THAT'S what was wrong with them.
My man makes the best home made pizza in the world! Another reason I lucked out.
I taught at one of the far Green Vermont colleges where pizza was a staple for school gatherings. Who ever heard of broccoli pizza? Or artichoke pizza? (I was the token carnivore.) I pissed and moaned so much that one time they ordered in ONE pepperoni pizza to complement the 27 rabbit food pies, just for me.
It took a few to shut down my class when the pies arrived. Guess what disappeared first in that vegetarian paradise?
Artichoke pizza sounds good to me. But I'll always pounce first on any variant of sausage. FTR I elected to do the pizza and forgo the sweat session. And as a westerner I still get confused when they are referred to as "pies". Wut?
Pizzeria Uno used to have a deep dish thing called Spinoccoli pizza which had spinach and broccoli along with the cheese and sauce. It was incredibly good. Artichoke hearts are also good. Given what's happened to my blood pressure in recent years, I now must avoid pepperoni, the one and only true topping for me.
(sob...sniff!).
I make a "Salad Pizza" ... pizza dough, of course, and, well, salad. Melt your fave cheeses on top (smoked moz, asiago, parmesan). Chop up arugula, tomato, fresh basil, artichoke hearts, toss together, spoon onto the crust and drizzle with a dressing made from balsamic and dijon. Serve it up. Totally nom.
If I made it, tho, and brought it in to work?
it'd become work pizza. Bleh.
Despite my carnivorous leanings, that salad pizza turns out to be most edible. Of course, it's not actually pizza, but still...
Always choose pizza. It doesn't even matter what the other option is. Unless it's sucky pizza. But there's still no need to work out to get away from it. Just skip out and get a cupcake.
Also... the new chip is coming already? OMG!
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