i just made a half-gallon of chocolate milk
Life is good. I think. There are times where I feel completely lost and want to be a kid again. It didn't help watching a brother and sister, both toddlers, outside my office chase each other in the front lawn at work. It was too cute and innocent for words -- watching the scene made harder not to leave my desk and break into the vault antiquated toys of my past stored on display near the cafeteria and crash cars into each other; make sound effects that all sound like a vacuum or a jet engine; or deliver plastic mail.

Good thing there's good music to break the humdrum of adult life. Thanks Ramones and Of Montreal!

In other news, John made a sweet stove out of nothing but a beer can and denatured alcohol. In preparation for our overnight hike into the Adirondacks this weekend, John remembered that we cooked half of our dinner using the same guerilla-style stove that some dude we met at our campsite in the Alleghnies let us use (I didn't bring enough fuel for my stove. Whoops.) and decided to make a "penny" stove himself. Anywho. It's more than pouring a flammable liquid into a container, lighting it and watch it burn. It has six controlled jets of flame that shoot out of six wholes along the side. I mean, shit John was able to cook his dinner using the thing. It was rice. Made in his driveway.


I'm so tired.

PS. Toronto was sweet. I forgot to tell you I went. I drank too much chocolate milk and now I'm sleepy.



Cutting


Poking


Burning


Cooking


...Technologic. Technologic. (GOD WHAT AN AWFUL SONG)