Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Wax on, wax off

We're about fifteen minutes away from 2008 as I start typing this post, and in my mind I'm waxing philosophical about what the new year holds in store for me (a triathlon, no more sugar until the triathlon, other goals)... and then my mind wanders onto the topic of waxing in general, which is never going to happen to any part of my body or my hardwood floors... and waxing gets me to thinking specifically about "Wax on, wax off" from The Karate Kid... and I start to imagine, wouldn't it be cool to have my own personal Mr. Miyagi to teach me special moves to prepare for all those personal battles in my own life (and to give me a sweet old hotrod)? At which point I get way existential and realize all I truly need is the Mr. Miyagi within, that inner sensei who knows me best: me. And that's how I'm going to accomplish all the goals I have in mind for this coming year. Cool.

The moral of this story is: too much chocolate+late night+blogging=80s/90s cinematic flashbacks that make no sense to anyone but me.

Wax on, wax off. Oh, and happy new year!


No Cool Story said...

Ah, but it sure was blogworthy :)

Feliz Happy New Year!!

aubrey said...

aw. mr. miyagi. reminds me of yoda. but that takes us back into the 70s now. happy new year, katie!! wish you guys could have joined us. fully clothed, of course. but joined us, nonetheless.