::weight a minute now::

whilst i'm unable to explain how particular people end up at the 'muse, i'm fascinated at being able to unveil the mystery of where some of my readership stems from. i'm happy to discover that i have received about over 500 sessions (in layman's terms, hits, but josh explained to me that the term "hits" includes multiple bits of information being pulled from the server, ie. style sheets, css, images, links, etc.) so far for the month of july. my amusement, however, stems from the search terms that end up bringing in a reader. phrases like:

• cleanup of feline vomit
• mean,median, mode in a song
• how much does jessica simpson weigh now?
• jessica simpson's tongue

i'm concerned with the obsession the public seems to have with weight, not that i don't contemplate it myself at times. but my queries would run something like "jessica simpson's abs and how i can get them". short of weird science experiments, i know that the answer is hardly going to be discovered on my blog. let alone the fact that i'm hacking away at the keyboard; the answer is "go to the gym", my friends, and i'll leave it at that. i haven't been since last saturday and in a week's time there will be one open within walking distance from my house, so i'll get me some abs like that by the end of the summer, i promise.

in other news, i just finished hemingway's a moveable feast and, being somewhat ignorant of the author's life history, continued reading the brief biography on the few remaining pages. when i learned of his suicide, it hit me as though i just lost a close friend to tragic circumstances. hemingway is so honest in his text, which catalogues the time spent in paris in the 1920's with other writers such as f. scott fitzgerald (who finished the great gatsby during this time) and t.s. eliot, among others. regardless of any fictional events that may have been injected into this memoir of his, hem is fabulously brilliant. he is full of realisms for the writer to adapt into their own way of being. my favorite two quotes, though i fully intended to go through the book a second time & highlight other wonderful insights, are:

All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.

--and--

I knew I must write a novel. But it seemed an impossible thing to do when I had been trying with great difficulty to write paragraphs that would be a distillation of what made a novel. It was necessary to write longer stories now as you would train for a longer race.

oh, hem, such wisdom! i'm starting to think that my one-dollar composition books and hoard of delicately decorated journals ought to be shed for the simplicity of a moleskine based on superstitious hopes of brilliance via some inherent osmosis(hemingway used a moleskine notebook for his writings).