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The Second Thought…
Continuing that previous post… I can’t believe how addicted I am to talking to her. She really is incredible, and my sanity is primarily due to her keeping me grounded.
Right now, I’m doing well. I don’t have a job, but I’m definitely looking (220+ applications and counting) and even though I’m completely broke, I do have that fancy degree. Most of all, I have some incredible people in my life, making sure that even if I do fall, its not very far.
I want to do my best to show them that I appreciate it, and I want that to be more than just promises of a good future. I want to affect their present lives in a positive way that shows to them what good they are doing for me.
And more than anything, I want her to know how much I appreciate the help she’s given me these past couple of months. There are days when I’m not sure if we talk more than we should, not enough, or just the right amount. I feel good knowing that I can always think of something. There are no awkward silences between us, and I’m genuinely interested in hearing what she has to say.
This is what I wanted all along. I want to analyze myself, and I want to make sure that what I have to offer is worth her effort. This feels healthy, and I’ll be honest, the only thing missing for me right now is the chance to tell her this!
Laying Awake…
I just finished a race on Forza 3, and now its the post-race screen. Honestly, I’m kind of enjoying listening to the cars, the steady highs and lows of the engines, the bumping of aero dams and suspension on asphalt.
Its oddly soothing, and even though I’ll soon turn the game off, I am enjoying it.
I wish I could talk to her. I know she’s been busy lately, and there isn’t as much time in our days, but I always feel a bit bummed when we get a late start on the night, and fatigue hangs over us.
On nights like this, when we’re apart, and I haven’t heard from her since midnight, my mind starts to wander. I know she’s just gone to sleep, or her phone died. Ultimately I resign myself to sending a good-night text to her, knowing she won’t receive it until the morning sometime.
In the left, the original Jansen’s mechanism with it’s walking curve, and in the right, a simplified version.
A la izquierda, el mecanismo original de Jansen y su “curva de caminata”, y a la derecha una versión simplificada.
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Don’t be that guy…
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The Dessau Bauhaus
Lazlo Maholy-Nagy - K VII 1922
Living room in the home of Moholy-Nagy, one of the Bauhaus masters’ houses, Dessau, photographed by Lucia Moholy
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"Yeah I want to pull you down into bed.
I want to cast your face in lead.
Well every time I pull you close,
Push my face into your hair,
Cream rinse and tobacco smoke,
That sickly scent is always, always there."
“Jolene” | Cake
This song describes the scene so wonderfully…
“Don’t Stop” | The Rolling Stones
Sorry, but this song is sexy. Not bad for a band that was celebrating their 40th anniversary… And most of the members were turning 60.
