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One hill, one loose bike lock chain, I flew, and landed.

I wonder sometimes if the most normal of trouble is the most awesome. Ever relish the most normal of fights? of days? Things can get so out of control sometimes that maybe a simple mistake or basic rough spot can bring a sense of calm. Time can catch up with us, filled with expectations. Isn’t it nice for something to just be wrong or you forget about it all in the heat of the moment.

As I sit tending to my wounds, I am pleasantly humbled by it. I was humbled when I sat on the curb and grasped my chest and noticed my arms. I was humbled when people escorted me to the campus health center.

Let your next fight with your boss humble you. Let your next trip and fall humble you. Let sometime normal, boring, and not overwhelming humble you. Let it all bring you a bit of peace.

Then tell us about it.

Thanks to a post on “List Of The Day” I was introduced to a new term, photobombing (people who hilariously ruin your nice little picture). We all have Facebook profiles, have you been photobombed recently? Share a pic or two…Email me @ justin@justinfenwick.net!

Another type of photobombing
Photobombing tips

Bombed!



The man and I try to share a moment.

Edit:
Turns out the term photobombing is used in another way, taking your own photos and attaching them to public places, for anyone to find and enjoy, critise, laugh at or appreciate. See photobombing’s stream or Photobombing.com.

Three tips on photobombing -
1) Get ready for the posed shot. You have time to plan your attack.
2) Know the photographer. This is key because you don’t want them pausing or editing the shot to avoid you (although a good photobomber can go unnoticed).
3) Informal events! Professional photos will be edited.

He is my office pet and needs a name. Any suggestions?

Also, does anyone have any quirky pets/things that make their home in your office?

What a waste of time?

or was it?

Years seem to fly by these days and with each year coming the transition into the next also seems to have much more philosophical baggage with it. I’m holding onto a lot, happy about a lot, and getting over a bunch of things. The new year allows for a big sigh of relief and a chance to motion, with a toast, everything into “that was last year”. It honestly feels like one of the only moments each year where it’s relatively easy to live in the moment. A few drinks down and a count down away from closing a book and opening a new one at the same time.

What is next?
Are we sad it’s over or happy for what is next?

Maybe, most importantly, this is a time to reflect. Treasure the space you have to yourself or the friends that are surrounding you. Time can slow for a moment as bubbles from your bubbly tickle your nose. Nothing else can be a greater lesson in learning how to live from book to book, year to year, and day to day. It’s a great chance to understand how to find joy, or live in the tough reality of a lifetime of transitions.

Is someone not there or something missing?
Who IS there? What did you get out of this past year?

Stop comparing yourself to dreams and actually work towards them. If you are the type to set out some resolutions, let your one resolution be to have none.

Look at your hands.
Look at your eyes in the mirror.
Tell yourself, this is the new year and I have already accomplished what I’m setting out to do.

and the new tree we got over the weekend is so delightful and ominous. And since there’s no place to go, let it precipitate, let it precipitate, let it precipitate.

Snow fell and then rain slushified it, much like Michigan should, except this year it’s not exciting me as much as it normally does. I’ll admit that it looked nice on Ypsilanti’s streets as it seemed to give them reason to be empty. Yet, this year feels extremely different. Christmas music playing on the radio before Thanksgiving isn’t new but it is a constant reminder that something is new. This will be my first independent Christmas, the first time that my celebration will be divided between families and our own. The songs seem to hit a note that doesn’t convey cheer this year, but possibly fear.

I’ve been alone for the holiday season before, namely when I was on study abroad. Even then, because China didn’t celebrate it, we created our own version (thanks to goods sent from home) but could mostly ignored it. It was easy to because there wasn’t any type of build up surrounding me. Otherwise, I’ve been home for the holidays. We missed family Thanksgiving celebration this year because we were in China, a necessary holiday build-up. Now I sit looking at our beautiful new tree, decorated and purchased ourselves. Of course we will travel to our respective families’ houses for the festivities.

Each Christmas song is a reminder of my independence. Instead of being frustrated and depressed at my family’s home, I’m happily away. Yet, more than ever, this is the season in which I want to feel dependent on my old residence.

In what ways are you struggling with independence? Wasn’t the dream of independence a sweeter goal when it was proving something to your parents?

On the subway we tried our hardest not to beam on the glass barrier, but we weren’t even sure how we could beam on something.

FYI - Just make sure you aren’t leaning on the barrier while in town.

Beam me up Scotty!

Follow the series:

When Chinese goes awry: Part 1

Apparently I had the option to recycle something or deposit an organism.

Recycled Organism

and they think they can ban my blog…