I put together a little something for my lovely and delightful workwife, Susan:

susanturns30:

Oh how I wish I could return to the innocence and naiveté I possessed a few hours ago, before I saw the centipede cousin of Annie Hall’s spider scurry across my floor, and I still thought I might go to bed early and wake up at 5am to work out.

What a beautiful, delusional, time that was.

This is awesome and clever. Go check it out!

Favorite part of today? Grilled pizza with eggplant and caramelized onions. (Taken with instagram)

goestoeleven:

gabrielgadfly:

You abuse the word.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores my twenty-nine year old
sister playing with Barbie dolls
and unable to run her own bathwater
for fear she might scald the skin
off her thighs.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores my family’s celebration
when years and years of work
finally paid off and my sister learned to read
the year her brother, four years younger,
started high school.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores the woman who
would not let her daughter
be near my sister because
she thought my sister’s brain
might be contagious
and you say it with a lightness
that ignores my sister’s furrowing
brow when she overhears the word
you think she does not understand.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores every stare
my fearless sister walks under.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores the boy in my sister’s class
who bruises his temples with his fists
because he is frustrated hunting words
his tongue doesn’t understand how to form:
words like “toothpaste” and “basketball” and
“I don’t know how to tell you my body hurts.”

You say it with a lightness
that ignores the boy in my sister’s class
who dies at twenty-two because his contorted
body was born stamped with
an expiration date earlier than yours
and you say it with a lightness
that ignores my exhausted mother
trying to tell my sister what death is.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores everything else my sister is:
her love of rocking chairs and dancing,
fleece sweaters and Mexican food;
her fear of thunderstorms
and the sound of people fighting.

You abuse the word.

You do not know better
than to disrespect its weight.
After years and years of work,
maybe you will learn.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Jun 8, 2011
Author’s Note: This is one of the most personal poems I’ve ever written, and one of the hardest to write.

Everyone should have to read this.

(via 5by5kevin)

Awesome trip to the MFA this weekend

Rainbow cake is the best cake.

So, I did this today.

I was kind of dreading it because “running 3.5 miles with 13,000 strangers” sounds like something that I would not enjoy, but it was actually pretty cool.

So yeah, finishing my first road race? Definitely my favorite part of today.

Since it’s been approximately thirty two hundred years since my last post, here is a gratuitous picture of my face, taking a cab ride in NYC.

FYI: this is not my grumble face.

Oh HI, I guess I’m tumbling again? Fun surprise, right? Right.

Anyway, I was reading a bunch of posts tonight by all the lovely people I follow and I’m digging the “favorite part of the day” posts. It got me thinking that, for all that I was pretty #grumbleface for a while there today, a lot of good things did happen!

The best part, though, was probably seeing a coworker’s blog post about Twitter chats getting some very well-deserved attention on Twitter. That’s all very meta, I know, but it was a great post and talked about how Twitter chats can create community so it was nice to see that so many other people agreed.

A very close runner up: the impromptu brownie + coffee ice cream sundae I made for myself a few hours ago.

…which, since I gave up caffeine a few weeks ago is probably why I’m still awake right now…

This does not bode particularly well for tomorrow’s favorite thing.