No One Can Cross The Same River Twice!

Routine becomes routines of almost everyone's life. Like my daily routine, get up at 6:30Am reluctantly, brush my teeth & take a shower, get dressed, grab my breakin and lunch box. then do one thing driving for 1 hour and twenty minutes, work in the office building for the whole day before another 1 hour and twenty minutes drive.

Sometime people finally get tired of their routines and switch to another ones. I am not fond of long drive but I have been fascinated with the change of surrounding. Summer turns into fall before winter draws close. Crops grow through its full life cycle. Their massive volume makes a perfect nature rug - green for Spring, Gold for autumn and maybe finally white for winter. Wild flowers and ground covers create gardens on their own together. Texture and Colors of trees and bushes constantly give me small clues and big ideas for my flower arrangement. Well it is always beyond my imagination. I can breath the freshness and sense mystrious fog. But it is within my reach but out of my touch.

This reminds me of what a famous philosopher once said - No one can cross the same river twice. I am just eager to catch the moment every time I cross. Well here are some of those moments taken when I drove:

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I Just Have To Show It!

We went to Pittsburgh two weeks ago and spent the whole weekend for a bit shopping spree. Everyone got something including my mom. We visited Andy Warhol museum. We loved it. I think that I can live in the town like Pittsburgh.

The real purpose for the trip was to check out the kitchen cabinetry in IKEA that we are going to buy(red Lacquer). Surely it is beautiful! I am glad that I was able to find some nice pots as well.

At the end, we also visited a sewing store to find my mom some more sewing needles. It is a bit strange that I start to be fascinated with fabric. Well my mom and I spotted a piece of fabric. I thought that might be a wonderful piece for the cushion of our antique Chinese bench.

I do realize a bit more self-assured about my judgment. Sam has been saying that I possess a good instinct. The truth is that his step-out-your-boundary attitude opens up my instinct. Our boundary is just so narrow among all the unknowns. It is simply a wonderful sensantion of transcending every time that we step out of it.

My mom's magical hands turned this eye catching fabric into real wonderful piece of arts. Here it is

How About Call It Hypublican!?!?

Every morning I get up around 6:30Am. Sometimes it is still dark. My mom is already almost ahead of me. She has my lunch box packed and has a bagel roasted for me. I leave the house 10 after 7. It has been a pretty drive so far. Fall is beautiful and fog surely adds the charm for me to drive through.

Then I will turn on NPR. First tune in NPR Athens and then switch to NPR Columbus when Athens fades away. I do not really remember that much of the stories and news at the end of day. But this one made me screaming. When Gingrich went on Fox(of course)and tried to cover the ass of Republican leadership in the House. He claimed that House Republicans would have "been accused of gay bashing" if they had "overly aggressively reacted" to Foley's allegedly inappropriate email communications with a 16-year-old male congressional page. From when does the f**k Republican become our "beloved" guardian angel?

First, Foley is a predator for under age teenages. That has nothing to do with being gay or not. Gingrich either just intentionally further confuses his Fox audience - most of them value-added, or just a bit too much craps for him to cover.

Foley was reported to check himself into alcoholic rehab and said that he was abused by a clergyman. Still try to find more excuses to justify his behavior. How pitiful he is! It is exactly that fake value and messed up moral depress and distort his humanity. He does not need find more excuses and just has to come to terms with being gay before Republican reforms him to "straight".

I have a new word "Hypublican" when Republican and word hypocrisy define each other.