today i remembered...
the smell of warm spring rain on fresh grass just born
and the smell of the warm asphalt in the evening after a rain shower as the twlight sky danced above
ps: to the girl who lives below me, if you ever read this, i think i heard you singing as i walked up the stairs this evening. you have a beautiful voice.
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10/14/2004 18:28 #26795
olfactory memories10/13/2004 19:53 #26794
can I see some ID for that?So, Wegmans has this 100% proof policy now for buying alcohol. RJ and I were in line and the cashier in the next line over asked a man if he had ID for the Labatt he was buying. He said, "Are you serious?!" and sort of did a half-laugh half-annoyed noise. I turned to look at the man and found that he had to be at least 75-years-old. That is the funniest thing ever. The poor guy prolly hasn't had to show ID for 50 years.
10/13/2004 11:04 #26793
daydreaming The journey home
Is never too long
Your heart arrives before train
The journey home
Is never too long
Some yesterdays always remain
I'm going back to where my heart was light
When my pillow was a ship I sailed through the night
The journey home is never too long
When open arms are waiting there
The journey home is never too long
There's room to love and room to spare
I want to feel the way I did there
And think my wishes through before I wish again
The journey home is never too long
Home hopes to heal the deepest pain
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
Not every boat you come across is one you have to take
Now sometimes standing still can be the best move you ever make.
"The Journey Home" by Sarah Brightman
Is never too long
Your heart arrives before train
The journey home
Is never too long
Some yesterdays always remain
I'm going back to where my heart was light
When my pillow was a ship I sailed through the night
The journey home is never too long
When open arms are waiting there
The journey home is never too long
There's room to love and room to spare
I want to feel the way I did there
And think my wishes through before I wish again
The journey home is never too long
Home hopes to heal the deepest pain
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
Not every boat you come across is one you have to take
Now sometimes standing still can be the best move you ever make.
"The Journey Home" by Sarah Brightman
10/12/2004 20:41 #26792
$ So, just for the record, every time you see something about Pano contributing to the community by giving scholarships, take a look at the requirements, which are the same every year (they just came in my email from BSC):
Pano Scholarship
*Awarded to students with financial need
*Must be a BSC student
*Must be a sophomore, junior or senior
*Single-mother over 25 or an ethnic minority
*Scholarship funds will be disbursed for the spring 2005 term
*Deadline - December 1, 2004
Thanks for the help Mr. Big Shot entrepreneur. I am definitely not a single-mother of 25 nor an ethnic minority, but I am a college student and I am poor.
Pano Scholarship
*Awarded to students with financial need
*Must be a BSC student
*Must be a sophomore, junior or senior
*Single-mother over 25 or an ethnic minority
*Scholarship funds will be disbursed for the spring 2005 term
*Deadline - December 1, 2004
Thanks for the help Mr. Big Shot entrepreneur. I am definitely not a single-mother of 25 nor an ethnic minority, but I am a college student and I am poor.
10/12/2004 19:00 #26791
"I can see those forks a mile away"... ...said a man in a shop door between Blockbuster and Merlin's. yes, the front forks of my bike are neon orange. I bought it 10 years ago in the 7th grade. I still love my bike. It gets me around and it doesn't charge me $2.15 for a gallon of gas.
I'm sorry to the man that I accidentally rode out in front of who wanted to make a right on red at West Ferry and Elmwood. We had a miscommunication. I didn't mean to jump out like that.
I'm sorry to my anthropology teacher for doodling in class instead of paying attention. You really need some better teaching techniques. Scratch that...you need some teaching techniques. Writing an essay for each class and presenting it with bullet points on PowerPoint, then reading to us directly from the PowerPoint and not having an class discussion at all [c]is not teaching![/c]
I'm sorry to my elbow for bashing it on my bike this morning. I am sorry to my knee for bashing it on my bike this evening.
I'm sorry to the man that I accidentally rode out in front of who wanted to make a right on red at West Ferry and Elmwood. We had a miscommunication. I didn't mean to jump out like that.
I'm sorry to my anthropology teacher for doodling in class instead of paying attention. You really need some better teaching techniques. Scratch that...you need some teaching techniques. Writing an essay for each class and presenting it with bullet points on PowerPoint, then reading to us directly from the PowerPoint and not having an class discussion at all [c]is not teaching![/c]
I'm sorry to my elbow for bashing it on my bike this morning. I am sorry to my knee for bashing it on my bike this evening.