giraffe out loud
--- The Adventures of Crisanto and Company
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Though I enjoy thy grilled cheese toast
With hearty compare I love thee most
When I look at thine eyes we do what hot cheeses do
You melt into me and I melt into you
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I didn’t really know anyone at cocktail hour so I frolicked to the pier and took a whole bunch of HDR shots. Antisocial? A little. Ambitious? Maybe.
…as in call me “Maybe.” Har har har har.
If I miss anything about living near the city, it’d be sights like this.
…and everything else about the skyline.
For completely valid reasons (the details of which I’d rather not discuss), I got fired from my job today. Instead of throwing a cataclysmic bitch fit, I calmly asked for several minutes to write a response in the available comments field. Thinking about my uncle’s advice to “always leave a place better off than how you found it,” here’s what I came up with.
Thank you again for the opportunity to work at this institution. For the brief period in which I was employed here, I gained a tremendous wealth of knowledge. If I may offer words of advice, from an employee who has witnessed much and fraternized with coworkers, don’t forget to talk to us! Not as pedestrians but via sincere heart-to-hearts. There’s a lot of great ideas amongst the employees and their input may be invaluable in improving the entire system.
Sigh. The search continues.
If you have a good hour for background music and a love for piano and string pieces, listen to this concert by Icelandic producer Ólafur Arnalds. I promise that you’ll love it.
Or fall comfortably asleep at your keyboard.
My dad just emailed me this huge list of puns oh my god
- I changed my iPod's name to Titanic. It's syncing now.
- When chemists die, they barium.
- Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.
- I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.
- I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.
- This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I'd never met herbivore.
- I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can't put it down.
- I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.
- They told me I had type-A blood, but it was a Type-O.
- We’re going on a class trip to the Coca-Cola factory. I hope there's no pop quiz.
- Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn't control her pupils?
- Broken pencils are pointless.
- I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.
- What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.
- I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.
- All the toilets in New York’s police stations have been stolen. The police have nothing to go on.
- I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.
- Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.
- A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.
- The earthquake in Washington obviously was the Government's fault.
- Be kind to your dentist. He has fillings, too.
On that jazz wave right now. I love the original composition but this one just oozes good vibe.
(Source: Spotify)
Behind the Giraffe, Part 7: Life and Cigarettes
When my friends first picked up smoking, they would often retreat under the pretense of going for a “life talk.” It was a cute little guise at the time, a euphemism designed to misdirect our peers whose opinion of cigarettes carried significant consequence to my buddies. We were in college and therefore in a place where my friends cared less about their health and more about what other people perceived to be consistent with their relatively untainted reputations.
My friends often smoked and I, a non-smoker at the time, would have to babysit whoever was within our company until they came back. Their flights averaged ten minutes and gradually increased to half hours as the semesters progressed. I had always called their bullshit, insisting that their innocent pastime had mutated into addiction. They assured me otherwise. “We really were talking about life” they told me. It wasn’t until the first time I joined them for a cigarette that I found this to be true.
They spoke of career, aspirations, and women. In short, life.
