Archive for February, 2003
Out of Options, Full of Direction
Tuesday, February 4th, 2003Interlinc interrupted my dinner to tell me that the organization was not interested in me for its New Media Director position because by the time they were ready for my arrival, it would be time for me to leave for college. Come on guys! The "It’s Not You, It’s Me" excuse is exclusively reserved for dating relationships. Regardless, I am staying in San Diego until college beckons me. (Which college will beckon me is still dubitable.) Clear direction in life should never be frowned upon. I love life in San Diego and knowing that I will be here for months to come is propitious.
Falling for Her Again
Tuesday, February 4th, 2003Adam blogged about the pronunciation of Rianna’s name. While fully aware that "Rianna" is pronounced as if it rhymed with "banana," I prefer to sound elitist and say "Ri-aww-nah." I would stop the nonsense if commanded to. Drifting in deep thought about something this silly reminded me of the first weekend I met Rianna. I do not recall one moment when we were not being pissy about some part of our beliefs and life while keeping a lighthearted attitude that contradicted our oh-so-overly-serious voice tone and word choice. I suddenly feel as infatuated as I did when I first met her.
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Monday, February 3rd, 2003Politically Correct Bathroom Signs
Veri-what?
Monday, February 3rd, 2003Considering that I almost never watch television, entitling Veritas: The Quest my favorite new television series is a significant statement. If humanity was searching for its identity, Veritas has the best looking cast to find it. Niko, the main character, is a teenager who lost his mother as a tike. He now joins his father Solomon, a distinguished archaeologist"too interested in the dead to live," on travels around the world to find the truth about humanity that his mother was about to discover before her untimely death. The tension between the father/son duo and use of Apple products hooked my inner scholastic nerd. I have a reason to watch television again.
Maggie: "Part of being on a team is learning to trust people."
Niko: "Even when [my father is] wrong?"
Maggie: "Trust him to discover it himself."
Week Two’s father/son truth: As boys grow into men, they need different types of fathers.
Satisfaction Brought Him Back
Monday, February 3rd, 2003My first week of "working class Jeremiah" (new from Mattel) concluded on Saturday and I wanted to quit. Cue the logic. Quitting is not an option unless I another job awaits me. "Regular job" equals happy grandparents. Happy grandparents and job equal money. Money equals paying for college. College equals good stuff.
Today removed my contemplations of finding another job. The seemingly small mental declaration to not become frustrated or feel hurried entirely changed how I felt at the end of the day. Instead of feeling drained, I felt creative and energized to do something during the four hours before bedtime. Super. I *can* have a life beyond a full time job. Now being part of the rat race does not feel so bad. Not feeling bad equals lots of smiles for autographed photographs. I only wish that I could get one weekday off and work every Saturday while saving my allotted hour break for the end of the day to leave early.
The Columbia Contingency
Saturday, February 1st, 2003The loss of seven NASA astronauts and the space shuttle Columbia today is tragic news. While no more heroic than postal employees (despite President Bush’s comments), the shadow of this loss will leave NASA in the cold for quite awhile. I hardly feel that NASA is necessary anymore to the United States of America in its current form. Maybe this tragedy will stir Congress to restructure NASA to better suit today’s science frontiers (e.g. alternative energy sources, nutrition, anything biological).
