Why is it so hard to have a social life while you work full time? During breaks, when I know I will have an eight hour work day in front of me, I rarely go out. When I have an early class however, it doesn't seem to faze me at all. It's kind of a shame because break is for relaxing from school and having fun and catching up with people but I mostly spend it working and vegging out and going to bed decently early. I also end up listening to mushy Delilah wax poetic on 104.3 easy listening a lot more, then I feel really old. Blah.
Watched Amadeus with the boy last night. It was my Christmas gift to him, I kept hearing how amazing this movie is from him and from the video store guy. The way they talked this movie up you would think they had written the trailer for it. It is pretty long, about three hours and we didn't start watching until 11, so I was out pretty late for a work night. It really was good though. Amazing music. Also recognized the actress who plays Miranda on Sex and the City, only twenty years younger. I was pretty excited about that, the boy just shook his head.
A coworker linked me to a BBC News list called 100 things we didn't know this time last year. It is pretty funny. (I am so productive) Here are some of my favorites:
8. Devout Orthodox Jews are three times as likely to jaywalk as other people, according to an Israeli survey reported in the New Scientist. The researchers say it's possibly because religious people have less fear of death.
11. One in 10 Europeans is allegedly conceived in an Ikea bed.
19. The = sign was invented by 16th Century Welsh mathematician Robert Recorde, who was fed up with writing "is equal to" in his equations. He chose the two lines because "noe 2 thynges can be moare equalle".
20. The Queen has never been on a computer, she told Bill Gates as she awarded him an honorary knighthood.
23. In America it's possible to subpoena a dog.
32. "Restaurant" is the most mis-spelled word in search engines.
35. The name Lego came from two Danish words "leg godt", meaning "play well". It also means "I put together" in Latin.
37. Cyclist Lance Armstrong's heart is almost a third larger than the average man's.
42. Britain's smallest church , near Malmesbury, Wiltshire, opens just once a year. It measures 4m by 3.6m and has one pew.
43. The spiciness of sauces is measured in Scoville Units.
50. Only 36% of the world's newspapers are tabloid.
52. You're 10 times more likely to be bitten by a human than a rat.
59. Oliver Twist is very popular in China, where its title is translated as Foggy City Orphan.
63. It takes less energy to import a tomato from Spain than to grow them in this country because of the artificial heat needed, according to Defra.
68. The Very Hungry Caterpillar has sold one copy every minute since its 1969 publication.
71. Jimi Hendrix pretended to be gay to be discharged from the US Army.
76. The day when most suicides occurred in the UK between 1993 and 2002 was 1 January, 2000.
87. Pulling your foot out of quicksand takes a force equivalent to that needed to lift a medium-sized car.
89. Spanish Flu, the epidemic that killed 50 million people in 1918/9, was known as French Flu in Spain.
92. You are 176 times more likely to be murdered than to win the National Lottery.
93. Koalas have fingerprints exactly like humans (although obviously smaller).
94. Bill Gates does not have an iPod.
98. Nettles growing on land where bodies are buried will reach a foot higher than those growing elsewhere.
100. Musical instrument shops must pay an annual royalty to cover shoppers who perform a recognisable riff before they buy, thereby making a "public performance".
Pretty awesome all the random stuff that is researched, eh?
Sars is coming into town very soon, I am excited!! I am also excited for New Year - bought sparkly bright red dress, but if you can't be ostentatious on New Years Eve, when can you be?
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Happy Happy Joy Joy
Oh Christmas. Was a good one as it always is. The older I get the more I appreciate Christmas for it's true meaning rather than for it's commercial meaning. When I was younger I understood that Christmas was a celebration of one of the most historically significant events of all time - the birth of Christ, but it is sure hard to remember when you are tearing through a pile of gifts and stockings. My family was late to church this year. As in the service started at 5:30 and we showed up at 6:20 because we thought it started at 6:30. So we got in a good 15 minutes of hymn singing before we were ushered out. My dad said, "Well it's quality, not quantity" and no one was motivated enough to wake up and get dressed for the Christmas morning service. So it goes.
I got a pair of snowboarding boots for Christmas, to go with the board I got for my birthday last month. Now if only I could snowboard well. Everyone is always saying I will get good if I just keep practicing. While I know this is true and I want to be a good snowboarder, it is discouraging to know that I will have to go up and fall on my ass several times before I can get anywhere. My toughest time is getting off the chairlift. It was particularly embarrassing last time I went because my friend Jameson was working the first run I went on, so every time I had to get off the lift, he was there. This is kind of my style: scoot to the edge of the chair, halfway hanging off, set my board as steadily as possible on the ground and push off from the edge of the chair with as much momentum as I can get, so that when I fall over in a heap on the ground it is as far away from the oncoming chairlift people as possible. Then, because I can never seem to get far enough away from the chairlift when I fall down, I basically crawl/bunny hop/drag myself as quickly as I can to an area clear of oncoming skiiers and snowboarders. It's pretty graceful as you can imagine.
Met the boy's parents yesterday. I think it went well, I did my best to be charming but it is so hard to be charming when you are nervous... Relationships are kind of weird. On the one hand its really strange to have to feel even semi-responsible/accountable to another person, having to check in with someone everyday is not something I'm used to at all. Independent streak. On the other hand, it is really nice to hang out with someone who's company you truly enjoy, who can make you laugh and brighten up your day. Someone you want to see all the time, even despite the obligation to do so, which is inherent in relationships. Still have no super long term designs however, still want to travel, go to grad school and live a little. I am not the settling down type right now at all, luckily, neither is he. The end of college is the beginning of a whole world of opportunity right? Well I like to think so.
I got a pair of snowboarding boots for Christmas, to go with the board I got for my birthday last month. Now if only I could snowboard well. Everyone is always saying I will get good if I just keep practicing. While I know this is true and I want to be a good snowboarder, it is discouraging to know that I will have to go up and fall on my ass several times before I can get anywhere. My toughest time is getting off the chairlift. It was particularly embarrassing last time I went because my friend Jameson was working the first run I went on, so every time I had to get off the lift, he was there. This is kind of my style: scoot to the edge of the chair, halfway hanging off, set my board as steadily as possible on the ground and push off from the edge of the chair with as much momentum as I can get, so that when I fall over in a heap on the ground it is as far away from the oncoming chairlift people as possible. Then, because I can never seem to get far enough away from the chairlift when I fall down, I basically crawl/bunny hop/drag myself as quickly as I can to an area clear of oncoming skiiers and snowboarders. It's pretty graceful as you can imagine.
Met the boy's parents yesterday. I think it went well, I did my best to be charming but it is so hard to be charming when you are nervous... Relationships are kind of weird. On the one hand its really strange to have to feel even semi-responsible/accountable to another person, having to check in with someone everyday is not something I'm used to at all. Independent streak. On the other hand, it is really nice to hang out with someone who's company you truly enjoy, who can make you laugh and brighten up your day. Someone you want to see all the time, even despite the obligation to do so, which is inherent in relationships. Still have no super long term designs however, still want to travel, go to grad school and live a little. I am not the settling down type right now at all, luckily, neither is he. The end of college is the beginning of a whole world of opportunity right? Well I like to think so.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
The Ten Pillars of Delaying the Real World, by Colleen Kinder
The Ten Pillars of Delaying the Real World
Throughout Delaying the Real World you'll come across quotes and anecdotes from twentysomethings who've played their independence the right way and taken off running down the road less traveled. The tales and tips of these wise young folks echo one another and all point to a few crucial bits of advice. Follow these great pillars and you'll be off to an impeccable start in life:
Thou Shall Not Rush in Vain. This is a crucial truth to get through your antsy little mind. Repeat after me: THERE IS NO RUSH! Many of the young adventurers who contributed to this book mentioned how they were initially nervous about "taking a year off" while peers dove into the real world. They later saw that they hadn't missed a beat and could pick right back up in Normalville (if they wanted to, that is). In the meantime, while everyone else had mastered PowerPoint, they'd gained invaluable experience out in the wide world that helped them sort out their goals. Considering you will likely retire in your late sixties isn't rushing into a monotonous grind a tad ludicrous?
Remember What Year You're Living In and Keep It Holy. In order to make a good decision today you don't have to know what you want to do twenty years from now. Throw the question "What should I do with my life?" to the dogs and just handle your next step as a twentysomething. Take a minute to imagine a situation in which you might thrive, rise to challenges, and feel satisfied every day that you work. Sound easier than charting your entire professional career? Just a bit.
Thou Shall Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Salary. Trust me, it's not worth envying. Most people who get high paying jobs right out of college end up giving up their lives in exchange for money that they don't have time to spend. Be willing to live on less and you'll buy yourself priceless freedom.
Vary, Vary, Not the Contrary! Don't think everything you do has to be neatly related to your background and future goals. Having a diverse array of experiences can be even more impressive than a perfectly coordinated resume. The earlier you diversify and dabble in a number of areas and jobs, the quicker you will find your way to what you really love. Once there, your previous stints will come in handy. You might bring to the table expertise that no one else in your venue can provide. Never hesitate to vary.
Blessed Are the Adventurous, They Will Stay That Way (and Then Inherit the Earth!). Don't underestimate the power of momentum. One pattern I've noticed among peers is that people who start off their twenties doing interesting things usually keep right on doing them. My theory was confirmed when I emailed young adventurers to gather tips and anecdotes. My token Alaskan wilderness tour guide was now finishing a novel and planning a volunteer vacation in Belarus (and by the way, did she mention she was in the Peace Corps and hitchhiked across Ireland?). My poster child for around-the-world traveler was currently job hunting in Boston, but PS-Ed that he would be in Havana (where I was, delaying the real world Cuban style) for an educational trip next week and might I want to meet up for a mojito? Let the serial adventurers of this book illuminate the power of momentum for you. Do yourself a favor this year and it may just last for life. Most people who have interesting jobs got them by doing interesting things first.
A Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with a Single Google Search. So said one insightful contributor to the book, and she couldn't be more right. You can access millions of opportunities and acquaint yourself with just about any organization or potential employer through the Internet. In fact, your real challenge will not be finding enough information, but sifting through the excess of it. The best approach is to copy and paste all of the information that appeals to you onto one word document. Once you are through web browsing, you can format the document to your liking and compare all of the options you have amassed. For example, a global volunteer program that was the first link on your web search might have a six thousand-dollar program fee. A similar organization listed a few pages later in your search results might actually pay you a monthly stipend. Laying all of the information out in on one printable document will also gather all phone numbers and contact details in one place. Once you start eliminating some possibilities and focusing in on others, you can easily highlight and write notes in the margins of your printed record (ie. "Called and spoke to director. Said to call back Tuesday.") Make things easy for yourself from the beginning.
If It Seems Like a Long Shot, Shoot Long. One of the most remarkable things about the success stories in this book is that many of them came about through a move that seemed impossibly ambitious at first, then all too easy when it actually worked. Take Arianne Page-Eighty-Eight, for example. She was web browsing late one night and came across an English-language paper in Cambodia that piqued her interest. While others might have assumed that the publication was large (since the website was fancy) and that the editors would think she is a little American punk if she contacted them without reason (like a job posting), Arianne Page-Eighty-Eight decided she had nothing to lose. The publication might have been a three-man operation for all she knew! She shot the editor a carefully crafted email and he got back to her in minutes with an eager reply: We'd love to have you! Remember, people don't always publicize their needs. If you cold-call or email someone and display your passion for their line of work, they are likely to be impressed by you. Pay attention to how many of the contributors to this book made their plans a reality by taking a step that most other people wouldn't consider taking. Have some balls and always reach farther than you think you can.
If Money Is Standing in Your Way, Plow it Down. You will notice that many of the young dreamers featured in the pages ahead faced serious financial difficulties. If you are like most youngins' and don't have a penny to your name, you'll just have to search a bit harder, send out a dozen more applications or resumes, and log in more hours of grunt work before making your grand plans a reality. There is no adventure listed in this book, perhaps with the exception of the pricey trek up Mount Everest, that could not be financed through some hardcore minimum wage work or temping. There are also plenty of cool jobs, internships, and volunteer programs that offer loan deferment and financial aid. Don't let money be your excuse to be lame; take it as a challenge.
Just. Do. It. Could that sound any simpler? Yet it's by far the hardest step: actually carrying out those plans that seem too good to be true. This book can inspire your pants off, but in the end, it's up to you to score...(ahem), the mind-blowing job, I mean. The stories ahead illustrate how things have a tendency to fall in place once you take the first leap of faith. Moving abroad, for example, seems like such a drastic life decision that we want to have everything perfectly in place before buying the ticket. However, many young adventurers said that it didn't so much matter what they set up, but that they went ahead and made the move. Once in a foreign country, you can navigate through the opportunities much more easily and countless doors open. Of course it's a good idea to do your homework, but don't let the logistics keep you from committing to what you really want to do. Make a promise to yourself first-write it down if you think it will help-then dive into the practical questions of how you are going to make it happen. Be ready to act before you know exactly what you are getting yourself into.
Redefine Real. In one way or another, every contributor to this book expressed that their adventures exposed them to a world more real than any fluorescent-lighted cubicle could have. They all swear by the value of what they pursued and insist they are fuller, more knowledgeable, worldlier people for doing something "a little different" than their peers. And lastly—the best test of a good decision—none of them have a regret to speak of. Neither will you.
**Some words of wisdom I plan to live by come this summer...
Throughout Delaying the Real World you'll come across quotes and anecdotes from twentysomethings who've played their independence the right way and taken off running down the road less traveled. The tales and tips of these wise young folks echo one another and all point to a few crucial bits of advice. Follow these great pillars and you'll be off to an impeccable start in life:
Thou Shall Not Rush in Vain. This is a crucial truth to get through your antsy little mind. Repeat after me: THERE IS NO RUSH! Many of the young adventurers who contributed to this book mentioned how they were initially nervous about "taking a year off" while peers dove into the real world. They later saw that they hadn't missed a beat and could pick right back up in Normalville (if they wanted to, that is). In the meantime, while everyone else had mastered PowerPoint, they'd gained invaluable experience out in the wide world that helped them sort out their goals. Considering you will likely retire in your late sixties isn't rushing into a monotonous grind a tad ludicrous?
Remember What Year You're Living In and Keep It Holy. In order to make a good decision today you don't have to know what you want to do twenty years from now. Throw the question "What should I do with my life?" to the dogs and just handle your next step as a twentysomething. Take a minute to imagine a situation in which you might thrive, rise to challenges, and feel satisfied every day that you work. Sound easier than charting your entire professional career? Just a bit.
Thou Shall Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Salary. Trust me, it's not worth envying. Most people who get high paying jobs right out of college end up giving up their lives in exchange for money that they don't have time to spend. Be willing to live on less and you'll buy yourself priceless freedom.
Vary, Vary, Not the Contrary! Don't think everything you do has to be neatly related to your background and future goals. Having a diverse array of experiences can be even more impressive than a perfectly coordinated resume. The earlier you diversify and dabble in a number of areas and jobs, the quicker you will find your way to what you really love. Once there, your previous stints will come in handy. You might bring to the table expertise that no one else in your venue can provide. Never hesitate to vary.
Blessed Are the Adventurous, They Will Stay That Way (and Then Inherit the Earth!). Don't underestimate the power of momentum. One pattern I've noticed among peers is that people who start off their twenties doing interesting things usually keep right on doing them. My theory was confirmed when I emailed young adventurers to gather tips and anecdotes. My token Alaskan wilderness tour guide was now finishing a novel and planning a volunteer vacation in Belarus (and by the way, did she mention she was in the Peace Corps and hitchhiked across Ireland?). My poster child for around-the-world traveler was currently job hunting in Boston, but PS-Ed that he would be in Havana (where I was, delaying the real world Cuban style) for an educational trip next week and might I want to meet up for a mojito? Let the serial adventurers of this book illuminate the power of momentum for you. Do yourself a favor this year and it may just last for life. Most people who have interesting jobs got them by doing interesting things first.
A Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with a Single Google Search. So said one insightful contributor to the book, and she couldn't be more right. You can access millions of opportunities and acquaint yourself with just about any organization or potential employer through the Internet. In fact, your real challenge will not be finding enough information, but sifting through the excess of it. The best approach is to copy and paste all of the information that appeals to you onto one word document. Once you are through web browsing, you can format the document to your liking and compare all of the options you have amassed. For example, a global volunteer program that was the first link on your web search might have a six thousand-dollar program fee. A similar organization listed a few pages later in your search results might actually pay you a monthly stipend. Laying all of the information out in on one printable document will also gather all phone numbers and contact details in one place. Once you start eliminating some possibilities and focusing in on others, you can easily highlight and write notes in the margins of your printed record (ie. "Called and spoke to director. Said to call back Tuesday.") Make things easy for yourself from the beginning.
If It Seems Like a Long Shot, Shoot Long. One of the most remarkable things about the success stories in this book is that many of them came about through a move that seemed impossibly ambitious at first, then all too easy when it actually worked. Take Arianne Page-Eighty-Eight, for example. She was web browsing late one night and came across an English-language paper in Cambodia that piqued her interest. While others might have assumed that the publication was large (since the website was fancy) and that the editors would think she is a little American punk if she contacted them without reason (like a job posting), Arianne Page-Eighty-Eight decided she had nothing to lose. The publication might have been a three-man operation for all she knew! She shot the editor a carefully crafted email and he got back to her in minutes with an eager reply: We'd love to have you! Remember, people don't always publicize their needs. If you cold-call or email someone and display your passion for their line of work, they are likely to be impressed by you. Pay attention to how many of the contributors to this book made their plans a reality by taking a step that most other people wouldn't consider taking. Have some balls and always reach farther than you think you can.
If Money Is Standing in Your Way, Plow it Down. You will notice that many of the young dreamers featured in the pages ahead faced serious financial difficulties. If you are like most youngins' and don't have a penny to your name, you'll just have to search a bit harder, send out a dozen more applications or resumes, and log in more hours of grunt work before making your grand plans a reality. There is no adventure listed in this book, perhaps with the exception of the pricey trek up Mount Everest, that could not be financed through some hardcore minimum wage work or temping. There are also plenty of cool jobs, internships, and volunteer programs that offer loan deferment and financial aid. Don't let money be your excuse to be lame; take it as a challenge.
Just. Do. It. Could that sound any simpler? Yet it's by far the hardest step: actually carrying out those plans that seem too good to be true. This book can inspire your pants off, but in the end, it's up to you to score...(ahem), the mind-blowing job, I mean. The stories ahead illustrate how things have a tendency to fall in place once you take the first leap of faith. Moving abroad, for example, seems like such a drastic life decision that we want to have everything perfectly in place before buying the ticket. However, many young adventurers said that it didn't so much matter what they set up, but that they went ahead and made the move. Once in a foreign country, you can navigate through the opportunities much more easily and countless doors open. Of course it's a good idea to do your homework, but don't let the logistics keep you from committing to what you really want to do. Make a promise to yourself first-write it down if you think it will help-then dive into the practical questions of how you are going to make it happen. Be ready to act before you know exactly what you are getting yourself into.
Redefine Real. In one way or another, every contributor to this book expressed that their adventures exposed them to a world more real than any fluorescent-lighted cubicle could have. They all swear by the value of what they pursued and insist they are fuller, more knowledgeable, worldlier people for doing something "a little different" than their peers. And lastly—the best test of a good decision—none of them have a regret to speak of. Neither will you.
**Some words of wisdom I plan to live by come this summer...
A picture is worth a thousand words, right?
The Family on vacation in southern Oregon
My roommates last year - great times
Sars and I on our roadtrip - furthest point we traveled east: Mt. Rushmore
Jacson and I at a cocktail party
My roommates this year, love them!!
My sister Allison and I
Becky and I at Nichole's wedding this summer - in no hurry to catch the bouquet...
My small group girls carving pumpkins for Halloween this year
Sars and I.
Pre-Cocktail party girls night
Friday, December 22, 2006
People watching
Being that I am a receptionist in a medical office, I get to observe a lot of people. Being that I am a communications major, I tend to enjoy analyzing people's interactions - verbal and nonverbal signals, topics of discussion, societally constructed norms of politeness, etc. Today two friends came in, both young women about my age. At some point while waiting, they got in a disagreement. Body language changed; they sat upright, faced forward, tense. Muttering out the sides of their mouths in hushed short sentences. Finally one stood up and moved across the waiting room. The rest of the time they were in the office was spent ignoring each other, magazines held high in front of their faces, each glued to a chair on opposite sides of the office. They even exited out two opposite doors, which interested me as it is likely they arrived in the same vehicle. I wondered how the rest of the car ride home played out.
Sometimes people interacting just makes me smile. For example, I love it when old men carry their wives purses. I don't know at what point in a man's lifetime they begin to look after the purse as though it were their own, but somehow over the course of many married years all older gentlemen seem to assume this responsiblity. Not only do they watch the purse, they carry the purse all around and slung over their left shoulder, as though this action were as natural to them as standing to urinate. Most men I know complain profusely if I ask them to hold my purse even for a moment while I put my jacket on. With a pained look they hold the thing sideways between thumb and forefinger, arm extended away from their body as if I had just asked them to hold a baggie full of doggie poo. They must make clear to all potential witnesses that they do not enjoy this purse holding task. But one day, when they have been married for decades and they no longer feel the need to appear cool, they will hold the purse. They will in fact, guard the purse under their left armpit while holding open the door for other men.
Another phenomenon is the way people use the button which automatically opens the door for the handicapped. Unfortunately the button seems to be invisible to the handicapped and the elderly; and to everyone who needs to use it. Little old people NEVER see the button. They hobble forward precariously on walkers, crutches and in wheelchairs sporting oxygen tanks and canes. They struggle with all their might to open the door without falling over or dropping the armload of stuff they carry. By the time they get the heavy door open wide enough, they barely have time to squeeze through before the weight of it becomes too much and ends up slamming into them as they try to escape into the lobby. The button is not invisible to the under twenty set however, who work that thing like like it's a television remote control. Fifteen year olds who are strong and perfectly capable of opening a door see the button, push it, then stand back like lazy slugs waiting for it to fully open. Then they saunter through, the door continues to hang open while drafts of cold december air blow into the waiting room. Soon they realize they forgot something in the car, they run to the door "be right back!" pause. Hit the button. Wait for it to open the door. Run run run out to the parking lot. Run full speed back to the entrance. Hit the button. Wait. Run in. Breathless. The door begins to close and slams into an old lady with a cane... so it goes.
I have seen some pretty interesting things this week. A man drunk to the point of stumbling at 9 a.m. who sat on the floor and then tore up his medical coupon because he didn't want us to make a copy for billing. A 73-year-old woman who wanted to tell me her medical history in detail, from birth so that I could better understand the sufferings of her life. She was in for a finger x-ray. A guy who requested I help fasten his suspenders. And some really cute little children who made a fort - it was a pretty good one too.
Sometimes people interacting just makes me smile. For example, I love it when old men carry their wives purses. I don't know at what point in a man's lifetime they begin to look after the purse as though it were their own, but somehow over the course of many married years all older gentlemen seem to assume this responsiblity. Not only do they watch the purse, they carry the purse all around and slung over their left shoulder, as though this action were as natural to them as standing to urinate. Most men I know complain profusely if I ask them to hold my purse even for a moment while I put my jacket on. With a pained look they hold the thing sideways between thumb and forefinger, arm extended away from their body as if I had just asked them to hold a baggie full of doggie poo. They must make clear to all potential witnesses that they do not enjoy this purse holding task. But one day, when they have been married for decades and they no longer feel the need to appear cool, they will hold the purse. They will in fact, guard the purse under their left armpit while holding open the door for other men.
Another phenomenon is the way people use the button which automatically opens the door for the handicapped. Unfortunately the button seems to be invisible to the handicapped and the elderly; and to everyone who needs to use it. Little old people NEVER see the button. They hobble forward precariously on walkers, crutches and in wheelchairs sporting oxygen tanks and canes. They struggle with all their might to open the door without falling over or dropping the armload of stuff they carry. By the time they get the heavy door open wide enough, they barely have time to squeeze through before the weight of it becomes too much and ends up slamming into them as they try to escape into the lobby. The button is not invisible to the under twenty set however, who work that thing like like it's a television remote control. Fifteen year olds who are strong and perfectly capable of opening a door see the button, push it, then stand back like lazy slugs waiting for it to fully open. Then they saunter through, the door continues to hang open while drafts of cold december air blow into the waiting room. Soon they realize they forgot something in the car, they run to the door "be right back!" pause. Hit the button. Wait for it to open the door. Run run run out to the parking lot. Run full speed back to the entrance. Hit the button. Wait. Run in. Breathless. The door begins to close and slams into an old lady with a cane... so it goes.
I have seen some pretty interesting things this week. A man drunk to the point of stumbling at 9 a.m. who sat on the floor and then tore up his medical coupon because he didn't want us to make a copy for billing. A 73-year-old woman who wanted to tell me her medical history in detail, from birth so that I could better understand the sufferings of her life. She was in for a finger x-ray. A guy who requested I help fasten his suspenders. And some really cute little children who made a fort - it was a pretty good one too.
Welcome to the Lacuna
Lacuna - A gap or missing part, as in a manuscript, series, or logical argument; hiatus.
I am growing up and writing a real blog. I will transfer over my last few from my myspace account just to get me started, so I can feel better about myself on here. I like the idea of a blog being a lacuna; a big gap in a manuscript, a mystery; the perfect place for me to fill with my twenty-something ramblings and thoughts on life.
Well here it goes...
I am growing up and writing a real blog. I will transfer over my last few from my myspace account just to get me started, so I can feel better about myself on here. I like the idea of a blog being a lacuna; a big gap in a manuscript, a mystery; the perfect place for me to fill with my twenty-something ramblings and thoughts on life.
Well here it goes...
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