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Holy Moly it is sooooooo cold in my condo! Berrr! Seriously I thought my room was cold until I had to come out this morning at 7 to log into work at my computer in the living room; it was like a 10 degree difference.

In the winter we live in an igloo and in the summer an apache death box. I thought I'd share my cold thoughts with you all.

Star of Wonder...

this is my favorite sufjan stevens song off of his album
Songs for Christmas here are the lyrics:

I call you from the comet's cradle
I found you trembling by yourself
When the night falls,
Lightly on your right winged shoulder
Wonderful know-it-all
Slightly when the night gets colder

Oh conscience where will you carry me?
I found you, star of terrifying effigies
When the night falls,
I carry myself to the fortress
Of your glorious cost,
Oh how I may seek your fortress
When the night falls
We see the star of wonder
Wonderful night falls,
We see you, we see you there

I see the stars coming down there,
coming down there to the yard
I see the stars coming down there,
coming down there to my heart

(Those days, days, days run away
like horses over the hills...)

Dirt Clods...

Body pressed flush against the tree stump waiting for the whizzing of the clods to pass. You wait and wait and wait and there seems to be no break. You think to yourself, "man, how many of those things do they have?" You look over at your friend who's waiting just like you for the moment to attack. You both look at each other and give the nod, he pops up first and immediately gets tagged with 3 clods and falls to the ground wounded with dirt and rocks. You think, "we got to rush them, there is nothing else I can do but gather all of the clods I have and go on a suicide run." So you gather all that you have left and tell your wounded companion to cause a diversion for you so you can run the right flank and tag whoever you can.

You wait patiently by the far right side of the fallen tree stump glancing through the roots which give you plenty of coverage and camouflage, yet plenty of visibility of the other team. (ok, 3....2.....1......) "GO!!!", you scream as your teammates jump up and begin barraging the other team with clods. You bolt out from your coverage and jet towards the enemy stronghold. You begin to see the frightened heads of the enemy, and a smirk begins to peal across your face. As you round the back right side of their base you start from left to right pounding each and everyone of them with clods. By the time they realize you are there they are already getting pounded, some of the frightened ones jump the side and get pounded by the barrage from your teammates.

Victory is at hand, the entire enemy squad is down, you raise your hands and cheer, and you hear the roaring sound of your squad mates running towards you like the sound of a thousand horses. They hoist you up on their shoulders and begin chanting...

Ah, thinking back to those days as a kid, where we could just play and throw things at each other and pass the day away. Then we grow up and this sort of approach is usually just tossed out the window and even looked down upon. I think we can and should approach things in life with "being a kid" in mind. It can make life way more enjoyable instead of acting like we are old farts and dinosaurs (don't get me wrong i love dinosaurs, i was just using that terminology to describe, well old people, yah know like oooooooolllllld...).

I state this also because right now there are two huge mounds of dirt outside my office due to some building going on and all I want to do is go out there and start a dirt clod fight.