Yeah, yeah I know I said that I am not going to make New Year's resolutions. And I am not.
Because a resolution, by definition, is merely an expression of intention. Sure it has the root in the word 'resolve' which seems soooooo concrete but if you look at the whole concept of resolve or resolution it is really just a state of mind - not really an Act of Doing.
Now......"Beowulfing a Grendel" is stating an action.
At least in MY mind.
ANYWAY: I have several Grendels that are in need of Beowulfing.
Several.
But the one that I am referring to in this post is Graduate School. And Fieldwork. And subsequent testing and licensing and case studies and all that good stuff. The faster and mightier that I lay my Vorpal Sword into this Jabberwocky, the sooner I can get into a classroom. (and yes, I just combined two epic metaphors).
Because there is a lot of crap that brings me down that I don't blog about. But the reason I don't blog about that stuff is because I am so fulfilled with the stuff that makes me Happy: Big Funny Kid, my Family, my Friends, my Future.
And bacon.
I believe.
2012: The Year of the Beowulf. Or The Year of the Bacon. Either works for me.
PS......
ReplyDeleteI want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes.
I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets.
Under the pressure of my step, I want the streets to emit the precise odor of a diamond necklace.
I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve.
I want to carry luggage that reeks of the neurons in Einstein's brain.
I want a city's gases to smell like the golden belly hairs of the gods.
And when I gaze at a televised picture of the moon, I want to detect, from a distance of 239,000 miles, the aroma of fresh mozzarella.
I didn't write that. Tom Robbins did. He also taught me the art of Beowulfing.