As a consolation prize to myself for not finding a job and feeling a lot like a failure at life, I'm going to Colorado for a week and a little bit, most likely on September 18 until September 28 to visit my sister, Kelly.
I wasn't going to go, but every reason I could come up with in my head for not going seemed stupid when compared to every reason for going. When else will I have the opportunity to pack up for somewhere really awesome right at one of my favorite times of year? Exactly.
She works during the week, so I wanted to find someone to come with me, so that half the trip wouldn't be me sitting around, waiting for Kelly to get done. I asked a bunch of people and everyone was kind of lukewarmly interested, but Long Haired Jay said yes! I was kind of surprised because usually I come up with awesome plans, friends express interest and it fizzles out soon after.
We've got to buy plane tickets and I'm ordering a cheap-o tent online. My dad is lending us some camping gear and I am so, so, so excited to go take pretty pictures and be all outdoorsy and adventurous.
It's really nice to have something to look forward too again.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Defeat
Yesterday was Dan and Danielle's wedding. The ceremony happened in the cutest of all cute churches, out in the middle of nowehere in the Gunx and it was really nice. The reception was at the Thomas Bull Park, which, for some reason everyone calls the Orange County Park, even though it really isn't.
It was great fun hanging out with everyone: chatting, playing a coupla sports, eating and last (and least), ending the evening with a giant Nerf gun war.
We decided it wasn't time to end the party, though: and came back to my house and had a fire on the hill. It was a little too impromptu because we didn't actually have any food or anything, but somewhere along the line a few hotdogs and buns showed up along with chips. Sadly, it wasn't enough for some people at the party, who started eating raw corn out of the field. Did I mention they brought alcohol? No?
I was feeling like a Debby Downer at the party because when I got to the house, I picked up the mail and there was the "thanks for playing" letter from Seekonk High School. I found this one really tough to handle because it was the interview that I felt actually went well and it was a school I had a real desire to teach in.
I pick up the mail and I'm trying really hard not to cry, but I just couldn't stick it, so I went inside, smacked a few things around and really let it out. Then I washed the streaming mascara off of my face and went back out. I made it the whole night with only having to go off by myself and have a big cry...which is pretty good for me.
So it looks like I'll almost certainly be in New York for next year. It's not all bad, because I do really enjoy my friends and it would be much easier to keep hanging out with them, instead of having to come up with a bunch of new friends, but still: this isn't at all what I had in mind for myself after college. I feel pretty lost. I keep thinking to myself, "I just want to go home." But then I realize, I don't really know where that is anymore.
It was great fun hanging out with everyone: chatting, playing a coupla sports, eating and last (and least), ending the evening with a giant Nerf gun war.
We decided it wasn't time to end the party, though: and came back to my house and had a fire on the hill. It was a little too impromptu because we didn't actually have any food or anything, but somewhere along the line a few hotdogs and buns showed up along with chips. Sadly, it wasn't enough for some people at the party, who started eating raw corn out of the field. Did I mention they brought alcohol? No?
I was feeling like a Debby Downer at the party because when I got to the house, I picked up the mail and there was the "thanks for playing" letter from Seekonk High School. I found this one really tough to handle because it was the interview that I felt actually went well and it was a school I had a real desire to teach in.
I pick up the mail and I'm trying really hard not to cry, but I just couldn't stick it, so I went inside, smacked a few things around and really let it out. Then I washed the streaming mascara off of my face and went back out. I made it the whole night with only having to go off by myself and have a big cry...which is pretty good for me.
So it looks like I'll almost certainly be in New York for next year. It's not all bad, because I do really enjoy my friends and it would be much easier to keep hanging out with them, instead of having to come up with a bunch of new friends, but still: this isn't at all what I had in mind for myself after college. I feel pretty lost. I keep thinking to myself, "I just want to go home." But then I realize, I don't really know where that is anymore.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
OMG! I (indirectly) know the Dalai Lama?
I just saw this article http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25988549/?GT1=43001 that claims to confirm that game we all enjoy playing and in my case, enjoy being really bad at: Six Degrees to Kevin Bacon.
If you've no desire to read the article, it basically says that the game is true and that there are 6.6 degrees of separation between people linked through aquaintences.
However, the article continues on to pretty much discredit itself:
"The idea was taken up again, this time on a global scale, by Columbia University researchers in a 2003 report of an e-mail experiment. More than 24,163 volunteers agreed to try to send an e-mail through acquaintances to one of 18 target persons in 13 countries. Only 384 of those 24,163 letter chains were completed. Of those completed chains, the average number of steps was 4, and using statistical techniques, the researchers estimated that the average length in all of the chains was between five and seven steps. Still, it was an estimate."
Well if that isn't solid statistical data, then I don't know what is.
Besides, this six step theory cannot be true because there are people out in the world (like this tribe who haven't talked to someone from the outside in up to 60,000 years: http://www.survival-international.org/news/136 ) who don't have any outside contact outside their tribe. I can very safely guarentee you that I am not connected to any one of them in six or even six thousand steps.
If you've no desire to read the article, it basically says that the game is true and that there are 6.6 degrees of separation between people linked through aquaintences.
However, the article continues on to pretty much discredit itself:
"The idea was taken up again, this time on a global scale, by Columbia University researchers in a 2003 report of an e-mail experiment. More than 24,163 volunteers agreed to try to send an e-mail through acquaintances to one of 18 target persons in 13 countries. Only 384 of those 24,163 letter chains were completed. Of those completed chains, the average number of steps was 4, and using statistical techniques, the researchers estimated that the average length in all of the chains was between five and seven steps. Still, it was an estimate."
Well if that isn't solid statistical data, then I don't know what is.
Besides, this six step theory cannot be true because there are people out in the world (like this tribe who haven't talked to someone from the outside in up to 60,000 years: http://www.survival-international.org/news/136 ) who don't have any outside contact outside their tribe. I can very safely guarentee you that I am not connected to any one of them in six or even six thousand steps.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Love your mother (earth).
The newest thing at Glen Arden is a sudden and intense need to recycle.
I've been working there for five years and have never once seen a recycling bin anywhere in the building. All of a sudden, starting this week, they are popping up everywhere! Recycling bins are nice and I am a large proponent of recycling, but what people don't realize is that when the housekeepers remove the liners of the bins, they and all of their contents go straight into the dumpster.
Recycling: It's the Thought That Counts!
I've been working there for five years and have never once seen a recycling bin anywhere in the building. All of a sudden, starting this week, they are popping up everywhere! Recycling bins are nice and I am a large proponent of recycling, but what people don't realize is that when the housekeepers remove the liners of the bins, they and all of their contents go straight into the dumpster.
Recycling: It's the Thought That Counts!
Want
I find it really annoying when things that I think are cool suddenly become mainstream and all of a sudden, there are a bunch of people who want to be just like what they were making fun of before.
However, things I like going mainstream does make it a lot easier to get new things. No more shuffling through 3X nightshirts and Army-issue chemical protective pants (with what appears to be chemical spilling out of them) to find vintage tshirts!
Now I can just buy them online! (Rather, I could buy them online, if they didn't cost $25 each.)
Aren't they cool, though?
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