Aside from the obvious neglect of this blog, I have been neglecting other things in my life. I wonder what causes these tasks to be pushed to the back burner. Is it a lack of interest, is it simply a lethargic cloud that has settled in, or could it be a fear of disappointment?
I firmly believe that a fear of failure, more specifically of disappointment, governs the majority of people's actions. We aren't so much afraid to fail, but afraid of what that failure means. It could mean letting yourself down, or even letting down someone you care about.
For instance, I have a stack of essays that I have been meaning to grade, but after grading the first set, and being horribly disappointed in the end products of my unit of teaching, everyday I place these at the bottom of my stack to be graded. Ironically, I carry them home everyday in my school bag, I tote them on weekends, I even bring them to the library and the coffee shop. And these essays, which have become the albatross around my neck, are all on The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner itself. There must be humor there for someone.
More importantly, this neglect has reached a deeper status. I have neglected to make some important decisions. Almost daily I become wrought with frustration over the ambivalence which has become my "destiny," yet I am paralyzed from action. I simply must make up my mind: Atlanta, or New York. Yet, it is so complicated, so ominous, so involved, that I choose to simply make no motion.
The past couple days I have been pushing forward; beginning with what my new career should be. This is step is quite frustrating, and I am still at a loss as to what I think I would enjoy/ be good at doing. But this fret is nothing new to the experience of humanity, so I am sure it will workout in the end. I just cannot sit back any longer. The season change has inspired growth somewhere within me.
On the positive side, I have not been neglecting to go to the gym and cook healthy meals, and for that I am actually a little proud of myself. At least I will be a healthy unemployed vagrant!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
winding down
With swim season coming to a close, I can almost taste the delicious bite of afternoon naps again. Its been a long four months, but as of February 10th, I will be done with coaching. It's sad because I actually enjoy the coaching aspect of my job, and those interactions with the kids, more than the discipline and the grading of teaching.
Now for the real reason for this post:
If you get a chance you must see Pan's Labyrinth. It was so good. I think I will have to see it again. It truly is a fairy tale, drenched in sadness, and mystery...full of magic, heroes, villains, mischievous characters and more. It is a beautiful film, and like always, after the first few minutes you don't even notice the subtitles. The movie, to warn you, is no children's movie. My eyes were covered and shielded by Kelly's shoulder for a good 10% of the film. I think I like it because it takes the beauty of Spanish, the magical realism twist of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the Horror of Grimm's, the Tragedy of Hans Christian Anderson, and the mystery of a labyrinth, and the innocence of a child and wraps it up into a package of wonderment.
Lately, I have been cooking a lot more. It is really nice to cook. It is so therapeutic, and there is an immediate sense of completion and gratification. Not only does it save money, but it allows for artistic expression, and dietary control. Like everything else though, it makes me wish there were more hours in the day.
Oh, there is so much new music to listen to!
Now for the real reason for this post:
If you get a chance you must see Pan's Labyrinth. It was so good. I think I will have to see it again. It truly is a fairy tale, drenched in sadness, and mystery...full of magic, heroes, villains, mischievous characters and more. It is a beautiful film, and like always, after the first few minutes you don't even notice the subtitles. The movie, to warn you, is no children's movie. My eyes were covered and shielded by Kelly's shoulder for a good 10% of the film. I think I like it because it takes the beauty of Spanish, the magical realism twist of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the Horror of Grimm's, the Tragedy of Hans Christian Anderson, and the mystery of a labyrinth, and the innocence of a child and wraps it up into a package of wonderment.
Lately, I have been cooking a lot more. It is really nice to cook. It is so therapeutic, and there is an immediate sense of completion and gratification. Not only does it save money, but it allows for artistic expression, and dietary control. Like everything else though, it makes me wish there were more hours in the day.
Oh, there is so much new music to listen to!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Dare accepted
My good friend Nick dared me to blog about what I am wearing today. There was actually a little thought put into my outfit today. Interestingly enough today I will be wearing three outfits: one for teaching, one for coaching, and one to go out. Since the temperature is hovering around freezing, and the drizzle continues to fall, I needed to dress for warmth. I feel prepared.
1. My teaching outfit: Suede brown knee boots to keep my legs warm, paired with argyle socks. I love argyle socks. These boots annoy me because they are supposed to slouch; however, the left boot slouches significantly lower than my right, leaving my left calf feeling a little incompetent. Who makes defective boots? Brown slacks with pink pinstripes (wool of course). A rose colored, wool, v-neck sweater. I don't even like pink, but I bought this sweater on sale just for work. That is the one things I hate about the workforce. Everyday I feel like I am playing dress up. I don't feel comfortable, or like myself in these conservative, boring work clothes.
2. My coaching outfit: Ugh, I really need new tennis shoes. I have had this old, gray pair of nikes for at least 3 years. Black running pants. Vintage, gray, Mickey mouse sweatshirt.
3. Going out: Tonight I am going to see a show. My friends Pasadena and Nate Nelson (who is Gia's boyfriend) are playing. Both are quite good. I will be wearing my black pirate-esque books. (leather, knee high, flat, buckle...) Levis, and most likely a black turtleneck. I like to look pretentious when going to shows alone so no one will talk to me.
Sporting 3 outfits a day is tiring, and a bit absurd. Hence, probably why I detest laundry. Oh yes....jewelry...VW key ring, drop earrings, and a tree shaped necklace. For outerwear...brown long jacket with big brown buttons, a brown and pink scarf Kelly gave me, and fingerless mittens. I never go anywhere without my fingerless mittens.
On a side note, I am about to teach satire and Swift to my seniors. I am starting with Dr. Seuss, I hope they get it. Does everything we know start with Seuss?
1. My teaching outfit: Suede brown knee boots to keep my legs warm, paired with argyle socks. I love argyle socks. These boots annoy me because they are supposed to slouch; however, the left boot slouches significantly lower than my right, leaving my left calf feeling a little incompetent. Who makes defective boots? Brown slacks with pink pinstripes (wool of course). A rose colored, wool, v-neck sweater. I don't even like pink, but I bought this sweater on sale just for work. That is the one things I hate about the workforce. Everyday I feel like I am playing dress up. I don't feel comfortable, or like myself in these conservative, boring work clothes.
2. My coaching outfit: Ugh, I really need new tennis shoes. I have had this old, gray pair of nikes for at least 3 years. Black running pants. Vintage, gray, Mickey mouse sweatshirt.
3. Going out: Tonight I am going to see a show. My friends Pasadena and Nate Nelson (who is Gia's boyfriend) are playing. Both are quite good. I will be wearing my black pirate-esque books. (leather, knee high, flat, buckle...) Levis, and most likely a black turtleneck. I like to look pretentious when going to shows alone so no one will talk to me.
Sporting 3 outfits a day is tiring, and a bit absurd. Hence, probably why I detest laundry. Oh yes....jewelry...VW key ring, drop earrings, and a tree shaped necklace. For outerwear...brown long jacket with big brown buttons, a brown and pink scarf Kelly gave me, and fingerless mittens. I never go anywhere without my fingerless mittens.
On a side note, I am about to teach satire and Swift to my seniors. I am starting with Dr. Seuss, I hope they get it. Does everything we know start with Seuss?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
it all becomes new again
I guess I have to post my obligatory New Years post, so here it goes. Already I can sense that this is a year of changes. As cliche as it may seem (aren't changes always happening), I feel like these will be big ones. Change has never really scared me before; actually it has excited me, but this year it is a little intimidating. Mainly because I am, for the first time, unaware of my direction. I will list things in this blog post to make my wanderings more accessible.
Certainties:
1. Love, and he is wonderful.
2. I am finished at my current job.
3. Teaching makes me mean.
4. I will make something mine.
5. I need more sleep, exhaustion has set in.
6. I have renewed my lease for 6 months.
7. I need more time for music, glorious music.
Uncertainties:
1. Where I will be living 6 months from now.
2. What I should do for money.
3. Is there job that will make me happy? Something I am suited for?
4. Why I still get sad.
5. When will I sleep through the night again.
6. Will I write and when?
Sometimes life just gets crazy. You spin and spin, and then in the middle of your whirling the world passes around you, but you are too dizzy to see it. I never want to miss a moment of what it has to offer. I want to continue to be a sponge.
I guess I have resolved to write more, to focus more on recording observations. Even if they are merely snapshots with no real depth or meaning, they should be valued for the representations of the world view. I think.
On our glorious San Francisco trip I...well there is too much to say. I wanted to record he entire trip, but I was too busy living to reflect. It is great to have a travel partner. Simply put, It was perfect.
I read Kite Runner. It was very good, but a little haunting. I am reading The Miracle of Mindfulness. I hope I learn something.
I saw The Departed.It was awesome.
I wish I had the energy to comment on these things, but unfortunately my job is sucking me dry. More frequent and shorter posts...that's my resolution for this year. To make the reflection less ominous.
Certainties:
1. Love, and he is wonderful.
2. I am finished at my current job.
3. Teaching makes me mean.
4. I will make something mine.
5. I need more sleep, exhaustion has set in.
6. I have renewed my lease for 6 months.
7. I need more time for music, glorious music.
Uncertainties:
1. Where I will be living 6 months from now.
2. What I should do for money.
3. Is there job that will make me happy? Something I am suited for?
4. Why I still get sad.
5. When will I sleep through the night again.
6. Will I write and when?
Sometimes life just gets crazy. You spin and spin, and then in the middle of your whirling the world passes around you, but you are too dizzy to see it. I never want to miss a moment of what it has to offer. I want to continue to be a sponge.
I guess I have resolved to write more, to focus more on recording observations. Even if they are merely snapshots with no real depth or meaning, they should be valued for the representations of the world view. I think.
On our glorious San Francisco trip I...well there is too much to say. I wanted to record he entire trip, but I was too busy living to reflect. It is great to have a travel partner. Simply put, It was perfect.
I read Kite Runner. It was very good, but a little haunting. I am reading The Miracle of Mindfulness. I hope I learn something.
I saw The Departed.It was awesome.
I wish I had the energy to comment on these things, but unfortunately my job is sucking me dry. More frequent and shorter posts...that's my resolution for this year. To make the reflection less ominous.
Friday, December 01, 2006
First Tree
First Tree
Holding your hand I walked toward the sweet, winter smell.
I was wearing flipflops, and a tee shirt,
And you commented on how strange it was to be so warm in December.
But temperature doesn’t matter.
We stood between heaps of hewn trees,
Debating over the best. “That one’s too big!”
You humored me, and made each one take a catwalk turn.
I hugged him, told him I loved him,
And then we had him bound and strapped to the roof.
On the drive home my cheeks hurt from smiling,
You held my hand, and we said many unspoken entreaties,
That the tree would not fall from the roof of the car.
I imagined it smashing into the car behind us.
The shards glass from the unsuspecting windshield
Making icicles on the fresh limbs.
Distraction and excitement caught us both.
You left the car door open for hours.
And the cats, crept around the base, drinking the sap sweetened water,
and plotting how to knock it over during one of our midwinter naps.
Such a little thing-- buying a Christmas tree.
But it was my first. He is beautiful,
In the living room of my tiny apartment.
Even though he takes up too much room, and crowds the couch, and blocks half of the tv, I think he is perfect. I think we’re perfect
Hours later, after I come home from the smoky bar and old friends,
We are laying in bed. We have just showered,
And your hair sticks to your forehead as we lay in silence.
I check my email for the last time at night, (I promise)
As you read next to me in bed, you left hand wanders
To caress my shoulders, without being conscious of the fact
You are even reaching for me. I stare into your eyes, and know
That I love you even more for the tree. I never think it is possible
To open my heart more, to find more space to let you in.
But then in the middle of everything: messy apartments, quarreling families, sickness, tests, work, you find me. I am finding that I am to busy finding to bother with searching.
Holding your hand I walked toward the sweet, winter smell.
I was wearing flipflops, and a tee shirt,
And you commented on how strange it was to be so warm in December.
But temperature doesn’t matter.
We stood between heaps of hewn trees,
Debating over the best. “That one’s too big!”
You humored me, and made each one take a catwalk turn.
I hugged him, told him I loved him,
And then we had him bound and strapped to the roof.
On the drive home my cheeks hurt from smiling,
You held my hand, and we said many unspoken entreaties,
That the tree would not fall from the roof of the car.
I imagined it smashing into the car behind us.
The shards glass from the unsuspecting windshield
Making icicles on the fresh limbs.
Distraction and excitement caught us both.
You left the car door open for hours.
And the cats, crept around the base, drinking the sap sweetened water,
and plotting how to knock it over during one of our midwinter naps.
Such a little thing-- buying a Christmas tree.
But it was my first. He is beautiful,
In the living room of my tiny apartment.
Even though he takes up too much room, and crowds the couch, and blocks half of the tv, I think he is perfect. I think we’re perfect
Hours later, after I come home from the smoky bar and old friends,
We are laying in bed. We have just showered,
And your hair sticks to your forehead as we lay in silence.
I check my email for the last time at night, (I promise)
As you read next to me in bed, you left hand wanders
To caress my shoulders, without being conscious of the fact
You are even reaching for me. I stare into your eyes, and know
That I love you even more for the tree. I never think it is possible
To open my heart more, to find more space to let you in.
But then in the middle of everything: messy apartments, quarreling families, sickness, tests, work, you find me. I am finding that I am to busy finding to bother with searching.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Getting older
You know you are getting old(er) when everyone annoys you. Last night we went to see Beck at a last minute show. The show itself was awesome. Beck is incredible, and the band in costume was quite a spectacle. I think I should take dance lessons from his percussionist. It was a very intimate performance at the Loft.
I may have been in a little bit of a sour mood because I had been dealing with kids hyped up on sugar and network crashes at work all day, or because I only slept 4 hours the night before, or because I couldn't decide on a last minute Halloween costume, or because I had heartburn, or because I put 130 miles on my car in one day. Regardless, Halloween wasn't a night for freaks, it was a night for obnoxious losers. From the giant buffoon who kept gyrating closer and closer to my personal space, to the drunk girl cigarette arsonist, to the high school seniors who maybe knew one Beck song, to the guy with the giant head on a pole that kept blocking my view of the stage and his annoying woman who kept pushing her way through the crowd and continuously bringing a plethora of strangers in front from the back...the concert became annoying.
Lately, I have been avoiding the front area of the stage like the plague. I think the music is getting louder. Feeling half deaf out of your left ear is not a pleasing symptom when you are trying to lead discussions. The constant ringing that follows a show must mean I am doing permanent damage. The problem is that, from anywhere far away I can't see, and I am disturbed by show talkers.
Some of the same things happened at the Yeah Yeah Yeah's show. Am I getting old, am I uncool? I've been going to shows for 10 years, and lately, I am beginning to dread aspects of them.
I think I will compile etiquette guidelines for shows. Any ideas?
1. Do not request cover songs at the top of your lungs, especially Skynard or Bon Jovi. You are not funny.
2. If you must smoke, do not exhale smoke anywhere but directly up, and do not dance. I have not need for cancer, smelly clothing or burns.
3. Do not talk over the band. I understand some discussion is required and entertaining among friends, but the best way to hear someone in a loud room is a quiet voice directed into that person's ear. I am here to hear the band, not your drunk slurs.
4. Shower, for god sakes shower, and nasty perfume/cologne does not equal a shower.
5. Do not touch someone you do not know. I don't care if you accientally touch me, the proper response is not to kiss me on the head and appologize, or to grab my arm, call me honey and appologize, or repeat "do you hate me, you hate me, don't you?" Find personal space if you must rave or grind. I understand it is crowded, but if you bump someone, MOVE or STOP!
To be continued...
I may have been in a little bit of a sour mood because I had been dealing with kids hyped up on sugar and network crashes at work all day, or because I only slept 4 hours the night before, or because I couldn't decide on a last minute Halloween costume, or because I had heartburn, or because I put 130 miles on my car in one day. Regardless, Halloween wasn't a night for freaks, it was a night for obnoxious losers. From the giant buffoon who kept gyrating closer and closer to my personal space, to the drunk girl cigarette arsonist, to the high school seniors who maybe knew one Beck song, to the guy with the giant head on a pole that kept blocking my view of the stage and his annoying woman who kept pushing her way through the crowd and continuously bringing a plethora of strangers in front from the back...the concert became annoying.
Lately, I have been avoiding the front area of the stage like the plague. I think the music is getting louder. Feeling half deaf out of your left ear is not a pleasing symptom when you are trying to lead discussions. The constant ringing that follows a show must mean I am doing permanent damage. The problem is that, from anywhere far away I can't see, and I am disturbed by show talkers.
Some of the same things happened at the Yeah Yeah Yeah's show. Am I getting old, am I uncool? I've been going to shows for 10 years, and lately, I am beginning to dread aspects of them.
I think I will compile etiquette guidelines for shows. Any ideas?
1. Do not request cover songs at the top of your lungs, especially Skynard or Bon Jovi. You are not funny.
2. If you must smoke, do not exhale smoke anywhere but directly up, and do not dance. I have not need for cancer, smelly clothing or burns.
3. Do not talk over the band. I understand some discussion is required and entertaining among friends, but the best way to hear someone in a loud room is a quiet voice directed into that person's ear. I am here to hear the band, not your drunk slurs.
4. Shower, for god sakes shower, and nasty perfume/cologne does not equal a shower.
5. Do not touch someone you do not know. I don't care if you accientally touch me, the proper response is not to kiss me on the head and appologize, or to grab my arm, call me honey and appologize, or repeat "do you hate me, you hate me, don't you?" Find personal space if you must rave or grind. I understand it is crowded, but if you bump someone, MOVE or STOP!
To be continued...
Monday, October 23, 2006
Blood Mountain is the reason I smell like old people today. Last time I counted I had three icy/hot patches attached to various muscles, that before yesterday, I didn't know I had. My ankles and knees are bruised and swollen. I feel as if I aged 20 years over the weekend.
Okay, I had to get the complaining out of the way. Other than wanting to stay in the bathtub for the rest of my natural born life, I feel great. Saturday night we went camping. So, I strapped a forty odd pound pack to my back, and commenced the steady uphill climb. About 5:30, and quite winded we finally made camp. Kelly is a wonderful firewood cutter. Maybe he needs a new nickname like "lumberjack" or "Paul Bunyan." We ate black beans, rice, and chicken for dinner. Built a lovely campfire, pitched a cozy tent. We made smores with strawberries instead of chocolate, made cider and hot cocoa. We played cards, looked at the stars, and poked the fire. It was perfect, until the rain. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to a cold drip hitting me on the face. Then the ache of the previous day's hike began to settle into my muscle and bones. Overall, it was a wonderful trip, with just a couple "sore spots;" however, I believe my hiking/camping expeditions will need to be limited to once a year. Hiking alone...fine. Camping near car...fine. Hiking 3 miles, then camping, with rain and cold...not so fine.
Friday night we took Athens by storm. I learned several things 1. Cara should not begin drinking at 6:30. 2. Fantasy rap is hilarious. 3. City bar has the best deal on large, cheap drinks. 4. My parents are party poopers. 5. Kabobs are from Turkey. 6. Other people's drunk text messages especially do not make sense when you are drunk. Good times!
I am looking forward to a busy week. I have a meeting everyday after school. Swim practice begins this week, so here comes super busy, super organized Cara. If you want me...book me in advance.
Going to the beach (St. Simon's) for GA/FLA this weekend. That island feels like home to me. I can't wait to be there, and to take the day off Friday. I can't wait to show it, and the craziness of the weekend, to Kelly. I think he will get a kick out of it.
Okay, I had to get the complaining out of the way. Other than wanting to stay in the bathtub for the rest of my natural born life, I feel great. Saturday night we went camping. So, I strapped a forty odd pound pack to my back, and commenced the steady uphill climb. About 5:30, and quite winded we finally made camp. Kelly is a wonderful firewood cutter. Maybe he needs a new nickname like "lumberjack" or "Paul Bunyan." We ate black beans, rice, and chicken for dinner. Built a lovely campfire, pitched a cozy tent. We made smores with strawberries instead of chocolate, made cider and hot cocoa. We played cards, looked at the stars, and poked the fire. It was perfect, until the rain. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to a cold drip hitting me on the face. Then the ache of the previous day's hike began to settle into my muscle and bones. Overall, it was a wonderful trip, with just a couple "sore spots;" however, I believe my hiking/camping expeditions will need to be limited to once a year. Hiking alone...fine. Camping near car...fine. Hiking 3 miles, then camping, with rain and cold...not so fine.
Friday night we took Athens by storm. I learned several things 1. Cara should not begin drinking at 6:30. 2. Fantasy rap is hilarious. 3. City bar has the best deal on large, cheap drinks. 4. My parents are party poopers. 5. Kabobs are from Turkey. 6. Other people's drunk text messages especially do not make sense when you are drunk. Good times!
I am looking forward to a busy week. I have a meeting everyday after school. Swim practice begins this week, so here comes super busy, super organized Cara. If you want me...book me in advance.
Going to the beach (St. Simon's) for GA/FLA this weekend. That island feels like home to me. I can't wait to be there, and to take the day off Friday. I can't wait to show it, and the craziness of the weekend, to Kelly. I think he will get a kick out of it.
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