2.Infinity

Looking back on ALL those posts I wrote throughout this past summer is such an exhausting task considering the heavy topics they discussed like existential relativism, story narratives in popular music today, ukraine and russia upsetting the market, immorality of photoshop and waldo: where is he?! ha.

To be honest, I am genuinely disappointed in myself. Not because I starved you of the indulgence my blog truly is, but due to the simple fact that writing is therapy. I think I could've solved some problems much easier if I had the patience to open Flynn, jot brain doodles, publish, read, edit, then publish again. If only... OH WELL! I shan't be one to dwell on regret, that's 2009 Kanye's thing.

Side note: I'm planning to continue Pinkies Up for the rest of the school year, but for realzies this time. Though, don't expect one per week. More like one per exam when Madeline is feeling stressed.

ONTO THE NOW EDITION OF TONIGHT'S PROGRAM
"The NOW is a quick recap on past events...it's supposed to be ironic and stuff"

Now that we've had the talk ("it's me, not you"), watch this video. (Because that's follows a logical train of thought.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxPcQeYx43g

Now read this poem:

oblivion, here i am
little me, little lamb

crossing the rubicon

too far gone

another self left behind

never again of my kind

who is this steering?

who waits at the clearing?

shiver runs down my spine

a fear tasting like fine wine

battle scars melt into bone

no such thing as "fully grown"

shouting orders at a mule

when i too am a fool

control, a theory at best,

adorned like armor on the chest

silver stone rectangles

spurt from fallen leaves

labeled by others

for eternity

their shadows dip the earth

in dark, sloppy stains

trampled and forgotten

they lie waste in vain

aren't we all echoes

of the same, soft voice

pretending to be original

pretending to have a choice

this cave of confusion

drips in tears

its history etched

by timeless woes and fears

pride refuses to believe

the dirt where we are conceived

stupidity chooses to forget

its home so bloodied and wet

yet where does this leave me?

am i a fly who picks its web?

or am i a bird ready to soar,

craving every view of every door?

so here i set sail

with no colors to wave

refusing to fail

i voyage from this cave.

Now listen to "Drew" by Goldfrapp, "Viva la Vida" by David Garrett, "Once Upon a Dream" by Lana del Rey, and "The Man Comes Around" by Jonny Cash. No, they're not new or popular, but they are awesome. And my ears are addicted.

THIS CONCLUDES THE NOW.

GOODNIGHT.

2.1 Mumbo Jumbo Rumbo Gumbo Dumbo

Greetings to my fellow earthlings,

Today is Father's Day. Have you ever wondered why the government reserved such days for its people to celebrate? I ask this question because I am interested in its answer but not enough to do the search myself. My theory, though, is that some politician wanted to boost his/her approval ratings and decided to propose Father's/Mother's days since everyone has a mother and father and therefore the target audience (so to speak) could be anyone!

<<<<<<<<<SELF-MANDATED INTERJECTION TO END RANT>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I made this today: http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/sausage-tomato-arugula-fettucc-50400000108346/

I included scrambled eggs, yellow zucchini, and some parsley in the mix. For side dishes I added a salad (lettuce, spinach, carrots, onions, garlic and almonds) and a fruit "mix" (raspberries, strawberries, blueberries and bananas). There was also store bought french bread on the table. Overall, I'd say it was a successful dinner though I'll need to expand my cooking repertoire and find more healthy recipe options. Suggestions?

Ok. I'm done with the Rachel Ray act. I just wanted to begin with something light and easy. But that's a terrible way to begin. If you haven't figured this out already, I'm a bit off my game tonight (suggesting that I have previously attained game...lies!). Explanation? Nothing but the bland, irksome excuse of, I'm tired. Therefore, this noggin of mine ain't transmittin' translatable information to Flynn.

For those of you who are uneducated in everything Madeline, Flynn is my laptop. I like him a lot. He's the reason for this blog reaching you poor unfortunate souls. He is my Hermes. My Phoebe. My Pheidippides (though Flynn's battery is easily recharged).

Anyway ----- let's get real.

Here are the past week's failures:
1. My typical lunch (provided by the camp): two pieces of artificial bread slammed together with nothing but an obviously uncomfortable slice of what appeared to be turkey but tasted like chicken fat.
2. A fellow camp worker sliced his hand with a tomahawk. Sooooo that happened.
3. Missouri citizens=most.boring.people.ever.
4. Haven't finish Dracula yet!
5. Drove over half an hour to a movie already sold out.
6. Got a whiff of Marmite.
7. I was spiritually frazzle-dazzled (not in the good way) by slightly pentecostal church service.

Though these are "failures" I cannot but help smiling as I read each numbered line. In a way, they are also highlights since each labeled failure gave an opportunity for me to think and process about new situations, people and places in a challenging yet nurturing fashion.

All in all, this has been a FAAAANNNTTTASSSTTIICCC week. I've met some incredible people here at camp; learned new skills (in social, athletic and logistical capacities); and have become truly humbled by the blessed patience, compassion and grace of those who support me.

Sorry for the lack of wit...and amusement...and length...and quality content...

but who gives a crap?! This is PINKIES UP!




That's supposed to mean something.

A Sequel?

What word heals an underpaid teacher's growing headache?! 

What magical spell sparks a kid back to life?! 

What two syllables awaken the dragon called Fear in a parent's belly?! 

SUUUMMMMMMMEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

Welcome to Pinkies Up: the Sequel!! Now for all two of you readers out there (hi Mom! hi Dad!), here's a little explanation. After last summer's final post, people protested - nay, they FOUGHT for Pinkies Up return! They were addicts and I cut them off from the goods. Yes, Pinkies Up t'was their drug. BUT, amidst the darkness and confusion a light appeared! It's name: Sun. And Sun grew bigger and bigger until spring was no more, creating summer (I'm like a totally total science gene-to-the-yes).

True. Story.

I can only fulfill the audience's wishes by embarking on another Pinkies Up summer. In other words, I'm giving back your drug. I'm just that nice. 

So, pray tell, what does a Pinkies Up Sequel look like anyway?! Aren't sequels usually worse than the original?! Yes, they are but Pinkies Up is not "usual." It's unusual. To answer your first question, the sequel shall NOT be set in the mothaland (Britania). Alas, tis true. INSTEAD, I shalt be in the merryland working at a camp. I mean, who'd want to travel in Europe when they can work at an underpaid children's camp?! ...yeah...

Here are some fun things you can expect from summer 2014:

1. A post EVERY Friday unless there's a post on SUNDAY! 

2. Camp STORIES! I'm going to be working with archery so it's gonna get real

3. Books! I'm reading them!

4. Recipes! (I'm mean, c'mon, what did you expect? this IS a blog)

5. AANNNNNYYYYTHTTHTHTHTING!

Don't forget the rules to the blog (F's to all those who did!) because I don't know about you, but no one likes an uncivilized blog. Pinkies Up is all about the experience.

That's all I got. I shall be writing the first real post of this new summer this Friday. 

Put them pinkies UP!