Snowblogs Starring Aparna Gooding Jr.

it’s snowing fast and furious outside but nothing is sticking.

a metaphor for something?

well nothing is sticking to the ground anyway! i, on the other hand, look like a spokesmodel for nature’s dandruff.

poetickled white
photo courtesy of Flickr and x-eyedblonde

it’s hard not to let the weather affect you. sunshine, rain, fog, drizzly frizzle. even just looking at it through your window. you either want to just up and join it, or it seeps in through the cracks until it joins you.

so i ventured outside for a cuppa coffay. “don’t forget to wear a hat!” my boss giggles after me. and i walk. and it sticks. everything sticks to me. as if to say “we see you, and we’re coming with.”

and i ended up spinning in little circles while waiting online for my steamy java, and the barista kind of cocked her eye at me, and then she mentally decided “aw hell, we’re all spinning circles anyway” and smiled it off.

i live in my head so much that sometimes i forget how much is going on around me. and in other people’s heads. so many heads! enough snow for all the heads!


also, i’m taking an online course!

it’s wholely dissatisfying in terms of the satiation factor of a real classroom experience, but it’s something. the lectures are pdfs, the discussions are chatrooms, the icebreaker was one long reply-all email.

maybe i can add my teacher on facebook and then gift her with an “apple,” just to show the internet what’s what.

eye roll. body roll. honor roll. egg roll.

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