Is this really better than Anthrax?

As I have mentioned before, I don’t exactly live or work in the nicest part of town. There are crazies on the MAX, homeless on the streets, and piss on the sidewalks. So it should come as no surprise that a certain individual near my office has taken it upon himself to add to the delirium

Perhaps he is unstable. Maybe it’s a fetish. There is also the slight chance that he simply hates the US postal service. Regardless of the reason, this particular creature decided to make a very public “genetic deposit” (as my coworker put it) into the curbside mailbox across the street from my work building. And the scary reality is, he can’t possibly be the ONLY one.

So now, my heart goes out, both to the postal workers who have to deal with this sort of craziness on a regular basis, as well as the two poor little curbside mailboxes in the area that had to be removed. All that remains are some sad little bolts on the sidewalk. And all I can think is: What is gonna happen next? Oh P-Town



Last minute entry… am I crazy?

While I may not have mentioned this for a while (I think my last post pertaining to this was months ago) I am an avid runner. I am the insane girl who tries to hit the trails five times a week, who considers hour long runs a typical workout, and who always seems to imagine someone running next to her, just so she will go faster. That being said, while I was studying in London  I lament to say I did not run at all! This is not to say that I didn’t want to. Running in an English marathon or half marathon was actually an original goal for me. But then I arrived on the island and I realized that between the commute, the packed days, and the homework at night, I would rather take my spare time and explore a city/nation that I may not see again for years/decades that stress out about hitting 30-40 miles per week.

Months later, I have finally started getting back into my running routine. This will be my third week of maintaining a 5 runs/week schedule, and while I am finally starting to feel like I am getting back into shape, I really do not know how well prepped I will be for this weekend’s race. That’s right, 3 weeks into running again and I sign up for a 10k…. tomorrow! On top of that, the course is on trails through Silver Falls State Park. Good thing I don’t have a problem with mud. Oh yeah, did I mention participants are encouraged to dress up in cowboy gear? Now, I am not gonna take it that far (I prefer to run comfortably in my running shorts when pounding out 6.5 miles) but it certainly adds to the idea that the event and I just aren’t normal.

Here’s to the Crazy Ones

Here’s to the Crazy Ones

Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round 
pegs in the square holes – the 
ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules and
they have no respect for 
the status quo. You can praise
them, disagree with them,
quote them, disbelieve them,
glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing that you 
can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.

– Jack Kerouac
quoted in an Apple Computer Ad, 1997