I'm a mushroom

These are things that have Happened:

I have learned how to Draw. Which is exciting.

There is a Girl whom I seem to be Dating. Her name is Morgana and she's enthusiastic about circus and the colors red and black.

I volunteered at the Bread and Puppet show.

I am working as an Emergency Medical Technician.

My Sister sent me a Temporary Tattoo of a Whooping crane.

I very celebrated the election. Until 6 AM.

I read a whole lot of X-Men.

That's it, apart from, you know, school and stuff.

Apple cinnamon loaf with caramelized cinnamon sugar glaze. Adapted from a Joy of Cooking recipe


Also: First successful sourdough loaf! It looks really ugly because it spread out too much, I think I didn't add enough flour. However, it has a great flavor and a beautiful crust, which is brought out by the larger surface area to volume ratio. I also forgot the salt, which I was worrying about on my trip to Deals and Steals, but that doesn't seem to have been too detrimental. So, if I keep those things in mind next time I should have a loaf of bread pretty enough to take a picture of.

My college has brand new students and I'm getting paid to hang out with them. Today is especially exciting because I'm getting paid to play and teach circus all day. I'd do this for free because I get to come back early and get fed. Life is good.

Dear everybody:

If you're going to IM me, please come prepared with conversation material. While I always enjoy hearing from you, conversations like the following are not ideal:

Dillon: heyo
Me: Hi.
(awkward pause)
Me: I am making jello.
Dillon: cool
Me: Yes.

Ideal conversations are to be striven for. While they cannot always be attained, "small talk" techniques, or pleasantries, can be used to fill gaps in which conversation topics are not forthcoming.

Here are some fun "small talk" starter questions that can spice up your conversation that minimal amount to hoist it above abysmal:

"How have you been since we last spoke?"

"Have you been watching the Olympics?"

"How's the weather where you are?"

"Don't you hate it when just one of your shoes goes missing?"

Be warned that while these can occasionally spark in depth discourse, more often they dead end. So have something else prepared to springboard you into delightful reparté.

Love,
James

I will be very shortly back in MD. I wasn't planning on being home for another couple of weeks, but hy hand was forced by Mononucleosis. Therefore, if you want to talk to me, please use the internet rather than the telephone or a house call; my voice can't reawlly handle a lot of talking. My fingers, however, are feeling better.

I'll tell you things about my trip if you ask me.

I will shortly be outside of the range of human communication. This means that any attempts to contact me, particularly between mid-May to early July, will be largely futile. I will not have my laptop. I will not have my cell phone. I will not have a forwarding address.

Adieu.

http://circusfolkunite.googlepages.com/crisscrosscircus

I think that when I grow up I want to design paisley for a living. And raise paramecia.

I have fearsome muscles, like the mighty trout! Imma beatchoo up!

Circus is good.

Some day, when I get a tattoo, it may look like this.

We're sorry, but the weather for tomorrow will be canceled. In the absence of weather, good or bad, we recommend against going outside. The weather will resume as schedule on Monday.

I love my tarantula and she loves me La - la - la - la - la! Just kidding she is incapable of love like a robot.

A robotic tarantula would be nice.

I really like being able to just throw out the sentence "I was just out eating fire behind the yiddish book center"

I got one valentine's day card. It was made on the fly with ballpoint pen on notebook paper at a quarter to midnight when I told my friend that I hadn't gotten any cards. It said:

"Roses are red...
Ummm.... yeah.
Happy Valentine's day.
Ya wanna?"

It should be pointed out that this particular lass's boyfriend was one of the "bros" featured in my last post.

Particularly guys. Including normally heterosexual ones. I can't really fathom why this might be. But somehow the barrier that my pants provide is more liable to be cause for complaint when alcohol is involved.

I seem to have skipped a day. Oh well, this weekend is super-busy to the max.

It is fated in the stars. Verily did Nostradamus say that should I accomplish baking on this evening I would be rewarded with baked goods.

They don't start themselves, you know.

Let's be friends with it and cheer it up!

Today was my last day in my EMT class. Now I just need to get through the state practical. Then I will have all kinds of stories that I won't tell you because of HIPPA. I won't even tell you what HIPPA is. How's that?

Most of the parental advice imparted to me by my dear old M&P doesn't come clearly to mind when I try to remember it. Instead I have just absorbed it and incorporated it into my character. There is one prominent exception to this. Mother once said to me:

"James.

If you ever get a chance to go to space.

You should take it."

I've lived by those words.