I sat down with my laptop this morning with every intention of hammering out a substantive, aesthetic post to atone for the recent dearth of such missives flowing from my work-addled brain.
Instead, I have spent the past hour: Looking at a friend’s vacation pictures, perusing various online yoga schedules, reading a hilarious review of Sex and the City 2, scrutinizing weather maps, browsing Craigslist classifieds for violins, browsing Craigslist classifieds for Dead Milkmen tickets, reading the Wikipedia article for the Dead Milkmen, reading the Wikipedia article for the Philadelphia dialect, reading the Wikipedia article about earwax, googling how to control the ant population in my garden without resorting to chemicals, reading the nutritional benefits of green beans, reading how New Hampshire’s state spelling bee champ stumbled on the word “barbizon” (obviously she doesn’t read mindless teen magazines where she’d see exploitative advertisements for Barbizon Modeling and Acting schools — it pays to be well-rounded, kids), stifling giggles over the Laughter Yoga Club, scanning Alltop, and then reading an article on how to stay focused and avoid distraction as a blogger — oh. the. irony.
To untether myself from this unstoppable surfboard careening through waves of web, I would love to go outside and massacre my garden ants with boiling water (and then blog about it) but thunderstorms are passing through the area, plus it’s only 7:15am. I think I’ll go tear out the toxins with some Kundalini Yoga.
