Hear/Say

Done with my essay! In tee minus 5 hours! Went by like a work shift.

I used to be able to listen to music for endless days. It sounds so anti-trendy and boring of me, but lately I’ve been very appreciate of natural noise. The house I room in is old, and I can tell if my neighbors are stepping in a certain squeaky spot or the low growl in the middle of the room. Sometimes it sounds like they’re doing gymnastics.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if they were. Just the other day I ran into them (boy+girl) coming back from the Washington Parkour gym in Fremont. I freaked and told them they were super cool, and then they mistakenly invited me to come. Mistakenly, because I am a clown in coordination. Movement through doorways have been a notorious challenge, and have previously resulted in a broken toe and a gallery of more serious bruises.

But parkour! Imagine going outside and physical movement as outlets for creativity! — rather than the rather introverted and narcissistic empire of online social networking (which I admittedly participate in. C’mon, I have a blog). It would be cool to be physically talented. Yes, I said that; the first step is denial…

Freerunning is a sport closely related:

And parkour is always quite practical in an M.I.A’s “Born Free” sort-of-world, or perhaps if Tyler Durden had succeeded Project Mayhem:

Or if you’re waiting for Odegaard to open because you don’t know their hours as well as you should:

via washingtonparkour.com. Oh that's what they're for

via washingtonparkour.com

My day, on the other hand, roughly consists of day-dreams about mango sticky rice and holding hands with Michael Cera.

via nypress.com

Darling.

Graceee