February 9th, 2010
… I would be a coffee cup.
[disclaimer: this is not just because I am coffee's biggest fan]
Here is my reasoning:
1. Coffee cups usually become the center of conversation.
They are undoubtedly pretty and clever.
if not, they are at least acknowledged. ”ohh, you have coffee. I need some…” That is surely more notice than a cup of water. And how many cups of water have you seen that say “I’m hot” or “drink me up”? Never.
2. Coffee cups get the most attention.
If I’m eating dinner, my cup is functional, and it may get a solid 30 minutes out of the cupboard.
Not so is the coffee cup. I purposely draw out my coffee cup experience as long as possible. It’s affectionate and we’re somewhat attached.
3. Coffee cups get to go sight-seeing.
My coffee cup is my backpack’s best friend. It gets to go everywhere– class, work, car, etc. Okay, maybe those aren’t the most exciting places, but then again, compare to the alternative: the inside of a cupboard.
4. Coffee cups have cool friends.
Common Groundians are usually hip, humanitarian aid activists wearing a beanie, big glasses, and TOMS with messy hair and ride antique roadbikes.
Starbuckics are the intellectual, talkative types over at Truett who casually comment on the classical music or Frank Sinatra and explain how both remind them of systematic theology.
AWESOME friends.
5. Coffee cups see the world become a better place.
Usually grumpy people pick the cup up, but by the end, coffee cups have transformed Mr. Grumpy into Mr. Happy to Face the World. They must sleep well at night.
6. and lastly, coffee cups get hold coffee. mmm coffee.
[if I were a good student... I would be studying instead of personifying inanimate objects for the ten people who might read this]
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January 6th, 2010
I’m usually hyper critical of toilets, demanding the utmost cleanliness and going to extremes to find a friendly (and well-kept) restroom.
However, this morning I was struck with genuine compassion. Thinking as a toilet might stretch personification too far, but I now acknowledge that being a trash collector no longer seems too shabby of a job. A toilet has to touch, hold, and practically embrace horrid unmentionables.
Here’s why this is on my mind: for rush nearly 600 girls go to 8 parties with 15 minute breaks, during which access to the bathroom becomes better than cigarettes in prison.
15 minutes of hard work; 45 minute break.
In my ponderings into the life of the toilet, I’ve done some (possibly pointless) research. August 26th (apparently) is Toilet Paper Day. And thus a laugh.
You will also be pleased to know there is a World Toilet Organization where you can actually purchase a toilet for someone (think 3rd world countries).
Everyone needs a toilet, except women who don’t go to the bathroom. Don’t acknowledge contradictions please.
Also, this is AWESOME.
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October 20th, 2009
Chapter 12
As of late I’ve been addicted to reading blogs. It has even slightly interfered with studying. Because I can realistically see blogs consuming me, I am now taking cautionary steps to prevent further hangups by closing Googlereader and sage.
Here’s what I read: the Simple Dollar about personal finance. A blog by SimpleRecipes because I feel like reading about cooking is almost as productive as cooking. I daily check the Unclutterer in hopes of a solution to my desk clutter and haywire cord mess, and if ever I feel like I’m accomplishing much, I read Michael Hyatt (CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishers). He subtly reminds he crams a lot more in his day than seems humanly possible and then I am again motivated to run a marathon or read a book an hour like him.
Also, I of course read the blogs of my friends (yes, I mean real life friends) as well as those acquaintances I “stalkerly” wish I knew better. I’ve actually made one friend this way. You should read her blog http://caitrodgers.blogspot.com. I consider blogs like a Facebook with interesting people and less Farmville, Flair, and fewer absurd American Apparel ads.
I just counted 39 feeds in my Sage list (yes, I must admit I reopened my #1 distraction). By no means is telling you bragging. Rather it’s a confession and a concern. Tonight was the brink. I ironically found myself looking at www.failblog.org. Simply being on the site was the ultimate study-fail but I also found a laugh that I hope is contagious. Oh church humor.
Enjoy. Oh, and thank you for adding my blog to your list of distractions. I hope you laughed (if you did that’s almost like a workout. Some researchers says laughing is equivalent to riding a stationary bike for 15 minutes. Don’t quote me though, because I have no idea who those “some researchers” are).
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