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delightful, no?

as he and i were talking about this last night, after a healthy late night meal (at midnight) of jack quinn’s fried potatoes, i was realizing that the most exercise i had gotten in the last month was walking the three flights of stairs to my class.  once a week.  if that.  yikes.  an unfortunate occupational hazard for me is the requirements that make me spend copious amounts of time on my ass: reading, writing, typing, researching, meeting-ing, and making up new words like meeting-ing.

combine this with my tendency for naps over hikes, even when i’m not in school, and we’ve got a bad thing coming before too long.

time to change course.

i’m fighting inertia, busyness, and a long-term committed relationship with my bed, people, so i need some assistance reminding myself i’m alive and have working limbs.  especially when it is starting to get cold outside, making it even less appealing to venture out.  i’m going to need reinforcements.  thankfully, i’ve done this before, so i knew exactly what to do first:

ipod shuffle playlist.

awwwwwww, yeah.  i scoured my music and have a bitchin’ list of 54 songs that make me want to bounce about like a crazy person.   i’ll refine this playlist over the next few weeks of moving my elbows and knees about, tossing out the songs i thought i’d love but regularly skip over, adding new ones i hear (or that you SUGGEST to me, hint, hint*) until i get it right.  and this will work until about the end of the year, when inevitably i will want to  vomit every time i hear these songs and they have to go on hiatus.  but, that is months away, and i’m stoked (that’s right, 1980′s, i am STOKED) about my list.

MGMT, we have a date.  the beastie boys are my new running mates.  we’ll walk past all the haters, jill scott.  me and my musical posse, we’re totally on it.  who runs this town?  jay-z.  and me.

let the unslugging commence!

* this is more than a hint.  do it! don’t make me call you out like ira glass on a npr membership drive.  or kanye at the VMAs.  cough up your badass dance/workout/party songs.  YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

twitter love from amazon’s mp3 collection.   each day they run a deal on one of their cds that you can download.  2 bucks gets you some good tunes, downloaded to your computer and automatically added to your itunes.  also, they are straight up mp3s with no drm (digital rights management) like itunes, so you can post them online, share them, etc. with no problems.

making me happy today.

- updated photographs page.

- new page, the radio stylings of… wherein i subject you to the wondrous musical stylings of whatever it is i’m listening to currently.  because you are so desperate to hear, no?  until the charming boyfriend sets up my new computer he is so graciously giving me, i can’t post any music because i have too much to keep it on my laptop.

so, click on the link, and you’ll get to my playlist, and just look at the bottom left, hit play.

good times.  G.T’s.

- unrelated news:

:: i was, as the french translation goes, beside my shoes yesterday evening.  i couldn’t decide where i wanted to be.  this led directly to me sitting on the stairs at the boy’s house for a good 45 minutes, with all my stuff in my lap, and then finally just falling asleep in the couch, fully clothed.

what’s with that?

:: i had a poptart for breakfast.  i can’t remember the last time i ate a poptart, cold or not.

:: i bought new music, and haven’t downloaded it yet.  ugh.

:: i started my christmas list today.  that made me happy.

1. cowbell
2. clapping hands
3. shouting numbers, like “1, 2, 3!”

– the marks of a sure-fire catchy summer song, according to npr’s all songs considered hosts, 2008.

this is what i learned on my way back from my date with the boy at some random restaurant in castle rock, complete with sitting on the tailgate of his truck for about and hour in the parking lot.

when you can only drive 30 minutes, instead of 4 and a half hours, it feels like a gift.  you take it.

this weekend: divesting more of my work stress, and mini-vacation with the boy in denver.   supreme.

Listening To: I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You [song] – Black Kids