Day 119

Psst! Here's a secret formula for (relative) superproductivity = great run + refreshing shower followed by a double latte + darkish coffeehouse surrounded by strangers who talk of things that don't concern me (but do interest me) 

Day 119 latte at New Moon

And here's what doesn't help get it done: 

Semi-warm coffee + semi-sweet chocolate chips + an only semi-tired almost-4-year old who keeps popping up behind me like a little elf. But I get it dude: You want to be sleepy; I want to be super-productive. And we're not having it.

What helps you get the job done? 

Day 50

Day 50 seems significant... so I'm taking this opportunity to check in on my 36th year goals. I'm an editor, always revising and these aims already need updating and fine-tuning. 

• Conquer fear of driving (Tackling Montreal. Then Boston, then NYC) Update: I will be tackling Boston first, next weekend. You heard it here first, folks. Hold me accountable. 
• Run a 10K in TK minutes 6.2 miles * 8:30 minutes = I'm not taking time to do the math. (still working on the goal - but it's going to be faster than a 9:15 minute mile!) Note: an 8:30-minute mile is a big stretch for me... but I do think it's possible if I force myself to run. And listen to good music. 
• Learn to sew. How cool is this place, Nido? First project: Pimp bathrobes for the boys. Making four simple Christmas stockings by the end of November 30, 2012
• Plan an awesome party (this is more specific that it sounds). DONE! 
• Reflect upon something for which I'm grateful every single day. I'm think I'm doing pretty OK on this one!

Speaking of editing--sort of--Vampire Weekend's song "Oxford Comma" has  powered a few minutes of my last few runs, so yesterday, I wanted to make sure that I knew what an oxford comma was... and I did. It's just another name for a "serial comma"--you know, the one right before the "and" the precedes the final item of a list. As a journalist (see, I'm talking editing...) I generally don't do oxford commas. 


Then, as I tend to do... I sort of got obsessed with fact-finding. Just as I was about to start digging around on the web to find out what the hell this song was about, I noticed the quote of the day on dictionary.com. I kid you not, it was this: 


"A poem need not having a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have." 
--Wallace Stevens


It sort of freaked me out.. Not really, I thought it was pretty cool. Regardless, I took it as a sign and got back work  instead of madly Googling Vampire Weekend. So now, I must ask you: What does this song mean? Whaddya think?