Home Sweet Home

Recently I have been getting home right around dusk with this view from the 38th floor awaiting me. I have a thousand pictures of it, all much better than this and just as boring to look at on a blog.

In order to conform to some norm of contemplation I have learned from such philosophical, indie movies as Good Will Humping Hunting (I don't even like that joke, excuse me, I mean "joke," but I rarely don't mention it when the movie comes up) and [Are you] Dead [Yet] Poets Society I pause for a few minutes to reflect on the day on my balcony.

I don't know why, but I have an overwhelming desire to start running, hit the chair, table, railing, and execute a gainer / swan dive off the veranda. I have never been much of a diver. To tell the truth I have never been able to do anything that involved rotating backwards (more of a front flip kind of guy). Frankly, upon analyzing it, a gainer into a swan dive may not be possible and probably is quite boring.

My friend Kim came over to the apartment the other day. Unprompted, she also mentioned a desire to take a dive. A second friend, Clay, confirmed this. Thus in the mouths of two or three...

Btw, in GRE studies testimony comes from latin testari (to bear witness) from Indo-European trei (three)--> testimony meaning to be a third person.