may be the most inspiring radio show, EVAH.
currently listening to a show about garbage men. In the late 1990's, 30,000 people took the exam to become trash guys in NYC. A senior collector could make $90,000 in a good year.
wow. more invisible people in the world.
frustrated. with the details. does it REALLY matter what size label goes on our publications? will it make the difference between someone coming to our program or not whether we cover the quote that runs across the page (page 8 of 10)? Will the world fall into chaos and despair if we call them "workshops" or "courses" or classes"?? OH GOD WHAT SHALL WE DO?!
tired. tired.
its good, don't get me wrong. but already, I'm feeling stuck. like i'm sort of doing what i want, but not really. i think i'm still getting used to the real working life... i have plans, oh yes, but they feel too far away...
cheers all.
eek...
it just keeps gettin' wierder, folks.
old landlord still sucks. we're thinking of taking him to small claims court because he won't give us all of our money back. i'll keep you posted on this one.
in any case, things are looking up. my man has a job, so now there are two incomes in the house, which is a glorrrious thing, and i have a concert coming up with my choir, so I'm starting to sing again. Huzzah, huzzah! Hoping to start taking lessons sometime soon, but, again, that's a money thang, isn't it..
i'm feeling a little rattled by everything, to be honest. i'm a little shaken by all the turmoil, emotions sort of roiling everything. i'll write more after the processing of all this...
i'm back.
in western new york. near utica.
i'm traveling for my new job at Explo. Recruiting Faculty. Its strange, to sit in a room with people only a few years younger than you and decide if they work or not this summer.
I visited Carleton last week. more strange. i don't yearn for my college experience again. I know what I did there was important, and that its taught me things I'd never expected about myself. But I miss school. I miss the study. I miss the feeling that I was palpably growing every day. I miss Northfield and its little restaurants and the feeling that a tiny place in the middle of nowhere was bursting with life.
i miss the midwest. new englanders are a different breed, and they aren't so much cold as they are serious. they generally take themselves way too seriously. i love their intelligence and forthrightness, their way of making everything seem important and they're all so involved. but I am not one of them.
i miss the plains of the country. i miss my mom.
these things said, for all my nostalgie, I'm happy mostly. The job is good and feels like its worth something and my love is here, and we are navigating the seas of our relationship with surprising dexterity. I am proud of us.
I will see many of you soon, I hope. what is everyone else doing?