Dirt and Dust

So I think I might be getting older. That just so happened to be one of those ever-so-'profound' thoughts that ran through my head just a few moments ago. I don't know what it is, but I definitely think I am older than yesterday. What a sham: I want my money back. Speaking of profundities (what??? Great Scott! profundities is actually a word- I thought I just pulled that out of my...); anyhow, where was I? Oh that's right: profundities; while I was putting apple-butter on my bread today the question occurred to me, "Can you put apple-butter on bread that has already been buttered?" The question still haunts me.

In other news, can you tell I have been reading a punctuation (not a grammar) book on my to and from work? Look at me rock those semicolons!

As far as work goes, today my boss called all of us in declaring, "We must have these spreadsheets done as soon as possible." To which I responded, "I did mine yesterday." She gave me an appraising look, told me to start working on the charts and maps, and then I left promptly left early for the day. Life is great when you are not getting paid to work. If you haven't already tried it, I suggest giving it a whirl. (Thanks mom and dad.)

A few days ago, before I was about to leave work and hop on the train, the news flashed and said that there had been a devastating crash on the red line- the line I take- in DC. I knew that the trains would be backed up so I took the time to wander around Dupont Circle, up and down Connecticut street, and through the park so I could people watch. Eventually, I did catch a train home. If I had not been on my computer checking the news, I may not have known about the accident at all; I certainly wondered if the people riding with me had learned of it. In the two and a half weeks I have been here, there has been a hate-based shooting and now a devastating accident. While I know certainly that many people have been affected by these deaths, but sometimes it chills me to think about how efficiently we, as a population, rearrange after these tragedies.

While my body is in DC, my head has still been firmly rooted in Iran these past few days. Check out Nico Pitney's blog on huffingtonpost.com. He's provided probably the best coverage of the events going on in Tehran and in the surrounding area.

I'd like to end with some haiku:

I am trying hard
to write intelligently
"intelligently"

Hey, I thought it was pretty good. Don't think about it too hard.