Obama is beautiful world!

I hope that gets stuck in your head, like it did in mine.

Be afraid.

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My new favorite lunch place.

Granted, this changes a lot. Working in downtown Minneapolis is both a blessing and a curse… so many options, so much convenience, but such a weight on my wallet.

Either way, I’m now a fan of Cafe Di Napoli, which recently re-worked its menu to include the same recipe of dishes but at a lower price. It’s about time too, they’re surrounded by Zen Box, known for its cheap heaps of Asian food; Taco John’s, famous for $.69 tacos on Tuesdays; and MyBurger, where you can get a tasty cheeseburger and fries on Monday for less than $5 (and which recently sent me a coupon for a free malt… yum). And that’s all just in one building.

But today at Cafe Di Napoli, I just ate a great spaghetti with red sauce and a salad for $4.74. It was delicious.

Did I mention I’m going to the gym today?

So dreaming of dying isn’t so bad.

So, I’m a big believer in dream interpretation.

I’ve had a couple of dreams lately that involved knowing that I was about to die, and having to wait for it. I knew the day that it would happen. I was nervous and scared when that day came, but I would always wake up before the death actually happened.

So I looked up what this could mean in my trusty dream dictionary:

To dream that you die in your dream, symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or in your life. Although such a dreams may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm and is often considered a positive symbol.  Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes does not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something.

The only thing a little unsettling about this is that I never actually died in my dreams. I just saw it coming. Maybe this means I haven’t made that final transformation yet?

Books on my “To Read” list.

I’m in this strange phase at the moment, where reading books sounds like so much fun. So I browse the Barnes and Noble aisles, or borrow from a friend, or grab one of my roommate’s books. And now, since I also have this habit of starting and never finishing, I have a stack of books that I want to read.

A long time ago I read “A Long Way Down” by Nick Hornby, given to me by a friend and coworker. It was the first novel I had finished in a long time, and it’s still one of my favorite books. So for Christmas I asked for more Nick Hornby books, and I got “How to Be Good,” which isn’t nearly as… good.

This phase started with Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar,” which I read over a weekend at my roommate’s cabin. I finished it and loved it so much that I wanted to keep it going.

Next on my list was “The Audacity of Hope” by Barack Obama. I got through the first four or five chapters, but then so badly wanted to start on “Running with Scissors” by Augusten Borroughs. And I did, and read most of the book, but it trailed off toward the last few chapters and I abandoned it.

Then I bought “A Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood (which I started and liked, but just never got around to continuing) and “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy after reading an online list of books you should read before you die or something.

At work, I took part in a workshop and got this book “Why Should the Boss Listen to You?” by a guy with a long last name. I figured it might come in handy, being new to the corporate world and all.

Then my psychologist lended to me a book of Billy Collins poetry, which is nice because I can just flip through and choose a poem and I’m set for a bit.

I also bought the play Equus, after reading about Daniel Radcliffe’s current stint on Broadway. That one’s short so I shouldn’t have much problem finishing it.

This is the story of my life. I’m so overwhelmed by the choices and possibilities that I fail to follow through with any of them.

In other news, I have a take-home midterm I need to work on, my bedroom to clean…

Three versions of one song.

Feeling Good.

Michael Buble

Muse

And a remix of Nina Simone’s

What a great tune, no matter how it gets to you. Unless it’s maybe, this version.

Sigh.