The other day I got involved in a tangent.
The discussion orbited around the dispersion of women in the workforce. The discussion went the normal direction that these kinds of discussions go. Why isn't the workforce a statistical representation of the population?
The natural flow of the conversation does not account for enough factors. It relies on idealism and statistics. It may sound that I am anti diversity, but far from it. The truth is that it will take time for that kind of equality to happen. Generations is the likely timeframe we are looking at. Not years. The other thought is that not all jobs appeal to all people across the spectrum. Perhaps there aren't enough aspiring female crab fisherpeople or CEO's or aspiring male administrative assistants.
Well the discussion becomes even more complex when considering ethnic background. Or are people the same across ethnic lines and have the same internal interests and only outwardly different? No I think our background builds our values. Our values determine the kind of work we will do.
I will now refute the claim that "a job is a job." That is simply untrue. It can be true that people do not enjoy the work that they do but they have the option of doing something they enjoy or settling for something they find to be laborious. Do CEO's say "hey it's a job"? No. Everyone always has the option of doing something they would enjoy versus something that may either pay the bills or be convenient. That is up to the individual and how much they have bought into that futile rhetoric.
Lastly, how likely are children to do something the same or similar to their parents? or family? Without the exposure to certain professions a child may never determine to pursue such a career.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
I know where I've been.
I know of the Irish very little. I have been surrounded for most of my life with the Americanized version of their culture. I like to imagine that it is a very poor representation. The drinking, fighting, and breakfast cereal endorsements do not seem to fit a functioning society. I’ve been to Ireland, sort of. It was really Belfast, which the Irish want back. It’s still full of Irish or “Ulster Scots” depending on who you ask. Let me recount my experience in Northern Ireland.
I was living in Leeds England for the summer with two other people. We were Americans who had come to volunteer with a church. For most weeks we went on an excursion somewhere in the UK just to see the sights. This day the team hopped on a plane to Belfast. The flight was short and we were grateful for small blessings. The weather was so brisk when we got off the plane. I say brisk but what I really mean is cold, it was really cold. It had easily been 80º F in Leeds but when we arrived it felt like 50º. It doesn’t sound cold now but in the midst of summer it was quite a change of pace. That day the skies were very grey, they looked like rain but none ever came.
The first obstacle to overcome was finding a ride into the city. There were some very slow looking bendy buses, a few yellow cabs, and other assorted vehicles. Then my team saw it. There was a Jaguar in all of the rabble. I had never been in one and neither had my teammates. I can’t remember whose idea it was, but someone convinced the rest that we should totally take a ‘Jag’ to the city. I didn’t need to be convinced, we only had to persuade the driver to take us. As I stared out those windows I spoke very little. The silence was awkward but it allowed me to do what I like to do best while a passenger. I sat and stared out at the landscape as it swept by. I was often astonished that such an old country wasn’t drastically overpopulated. I imagined that Europe with all it’s history would have a more vast populous than my homeland. The other detail that caught my attention were the trees, or the lack of trees. The hills rolled on and on and they were covered with grasses and shrubs but not trees so much. It astounded me more than anyone else. It felt like there was a nakedness to the land, or perhaps it was instead immodestly dressed.
Belfast itself was not unlike other cites, it had streets and sidewalks that hemmed in buildings and small patches of grass. We had a bit of a miss with the meeting place. Paranoia helped us to wrongly decide that we should walk away from where we were. Down one street and up the next, the neighborhood was very quiet. Banners and flags hung from everywhere. They weren’t Irish flags but the English flag with a hand in the middle. It was a world cup year and an abundance of flags was the norm. We walked down one street to what seemed like a main street and every few blocks we could see piles of wood stacked ten or twelve feet high. It was all very curious. A timely phone call and a few minutes of retraced steps later we met up with our friends from the Belfast team. They did what we did but in a different locale.
Hugs and handshakes started our official tour of Belfast. We asked questions and got updates from all our friends. They even brought along a local kid who was gonna show us the town. We quickly stopped in at the house they all stayed at and got a cup of tea, as is custom. I discovered that those flags denote the “Ulster Scots” and many in Northern Ireland do not see themselves as “Irish.” Most importantly I discovered those piles of wood were not rubbish but instead they were for “The March of Orange” which is a huge celebration in Northern Ireland where they march to the border to snub their noses at the Republic of Ireland. Like a sibling who doesn’t want to admit that they are in the same family, very few would admit to being ‘Irish.’
In town we rode buses to everywhere we wanted to go. We wandered down to the markets and poked our heads in to stores looking for some “Irish” wares. I wanted a Claddagh ring for sure, my teammates wanted postcards. Whenever we mentioned it our teen guide would get very uneasy, looking around, whispering to us that the violence isn’t completely over yet. We finally came to a shop that we could call “Irish” they sold Claddagh rings, shillelagh, a silver scale replica of the Titanic, there was a lot of green. I picked out my ring and then we were on our way to see the sights. There were new buildings and old buildings and all done in a normal western style. Huge statues were in front of the Government building, there was great craftsmanship in these structures. From there we had to do the one thing we had not yet done in Europe.
Hopping a bus in the opposite direction we went away from the city center and towards the coast. We were going to a castle! I had never been to a real castle before. The castle was not especially large, inside there were painted fiberglass statues to give a sense of life to the cold stone walls. It gave our little gang a great chance to run around and take picture after picture. Posing here and there it was like a photo shoot that very few would ever get to see. From there we wandered here and there but always heading back to where we started.
The day was finished. We got back to our plane and headed back home at the end or our whirlwind trip to Belfast and back again. It was a very beautiful country, with very kind people. The actual history of Ireland and Northern Ireland has shaped the people very differently from how American consciousness likes them to be portrayed. They certainly have their culture, and beliefs. I did not find them so alien that I could not recognize the parallels that we all share. I know not nearly enough about these people as a whole, however I do have some first hand experience.
I was living in Leeds England for the summer with two other people. We were Americans who had come to volunteer with a church. For most weeks we went on an excursion somewhere in the UK just to see the sights. This day the team hopped on a plane to Belfast. The flight was short and we were grateful for small blessings. The weather was so brisk when we got off the plane. I say brisk but what I really mean is cold, it was really cold. It had easily been 80º F in Leeds but when we arrived it felt like 50º. It doesn’t sound cold now but in the midst of summer it was quite a change of pace. That day the skies were very grey, they looked like rain but none ever came.
The first obstacle to overcome was finding a ride into the city. There were some very slow looking bendy buses, a few yellow cabs, and other assorted vehicles. Then my team saw it. There was a Jaguar in all of the rabble. I had never been in one and neither had my teammates. I can’t remember whose idea it was, but someone convinced the rest that we should totally take a ‘Jag’ to the city. I didn’t need to be convinced, we only had to persuade the driver to take us. As I stared out those windows I spoke very little. The silence was awkward but it allowed me to do what I like to do best while a passenger. I sat and stared out at the landscape as it swept by. I was often astonished that such an old country wasn’t drastically overpopulated. I imagined that Europe with all it’s history would have a more vast populous than my homeland. The other detail that caught my attention were the trees, or the lack of trees. The hills rolled on and on and they were covered with grasses and shrubs but not trees so much. It astounded me more than anyone else. It felt like there was a nakedness to the land, or perhaps it was instead immodestly dressed.
Belfast itself was not unlike other cites, it had streets and sidewalks that hemmed in buildings and small patches of grass. We had a bit of a miss with the meeting place. Paranoia helped us to wrongly decide that we should walk away from where we were. Down one street and up the next, the neighborhood was very quiet. Banners and flags hung from everywhere. They weren’t Irish flags but the English flag with a hand in the middle. It was a world cup year and an abundance of flags was the norm. We walked down one street to what seemed like a main street and every few blocks we could see piles of wood stacked ten or twelve feet high. It was all very curious. A timely phone call and a few minutes of retraced steps later we met up with our friends from the Belfast team. They did what we did but in a different locale.
Hugs and handshakes started our official tour of Belfast. We asked questions and got updates from all our friends. They even brought along a local kid who was gonna show us the town. We quickly stopped in at the house they all stayed at and got a cup of tea, as is custom. I discovered that those flags denote the “Ulster Scots” and many in Northern Ireland do not see themselves as “Irish.” Most importantly I discovered those piles of wood were not rubbish but instead they were for “The March of Orange” which is a huge celebration in Northern Ireland where they march to the border to snub their noses at the Republic of Ireland. Like a sibling who doesn’t want to admit that they are in the same family, very few would admit to being ‘Irish.’
In town we rode buses to everywhere we wanted to go. We wandered down to the markets and poked our heads in to stores looking for some “Irish” wares. I wanted a Claddagh ring for sure, my teammates wanted postcards. Whenever we mentioned it our teen guide would get very uneasy, looking around, whispering to us that the violence isn’t completely over yet. We finally came to a shop that we could call “Irish” they sold Claddagh rings, shillelagh, a silver scale replica of the Titanic, there was a lot of green. I picked out my ring and then we were on our way to see the sights. There were new buildings and old buildings and all done in a normal western style. Huge statues were in front of the Government building, there was great craftsmanship in these structures. From there we had to do the one thing we had not yet done in Europe.
Hopping a bus in the opposite direction we went away from the city center and towards the coast. We were going to a castle! I had never been to a real castle before. The castle was not especially large, inside there were painted fiberglass statues to give a sense of life to the cold stone walls. It gave our little gang a great chance to run around and take picture after picture. Posing here and there it was like a photo shoot that very few would ever get to see. From there we wandered here and there but always heading back to where we started.
The day was finished. We got back to our plane and headed back home at the end or our whirlwind trip to Belfast and back again. It was a very beautiful country, with very kind people. The actual history of Ireland and Northern Ireland has shaped the people very differently from how American consciousness likes them to be portrayed. They certainly have their culture, and beliefs. I did not find them so alien that I could not recognize the parallels that we all share. I know not nearly enough about these people as a whole, however I do have some first hand experience.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Carp Seized
When I woke up this morning the sky was grey, which means I will be grumpy. It didn't really matter that I was grumpy because today I was going to hang out with someone made up of rainbows and sunshine. I was up extra early which made me groggy/grumpy. I have been getting steadily more anxious about starting at sunglass hut. Something about selling expensive things makes me feel guilty, on top of that their dress code is mostly shades of grey. I've gotten rid of all my non bright clothes over the last few years (I think I have been wanting my clothes to match my personality). So with the dread of drab clothes that I don't really own, grey skies, and a job I'm not sure I'll like in front of me I set off to hang with Alverina. Well we decided to go do some shopping for me. It was strange showing up to the mall so early, there aren't many people around at 10am on a weekday.
I am now the semi-proud owner of a grey wardrobe, with some black.
After dropping her off back at Gordon I had to go right back to the mall. three hours of training sounded like a breeze. There was some reading and question answering, I even sold a pair of Ray-Ban's. "Hey I want to try some wayfarers, yah those, yah these I'll get these" Easy Peasy they knew what they wanted. The three hours dragged by. I learned some here and there but at a kiosk there are always customers. Aside from learning a few things and trying on some different frames it was fairly slow with lots of people watching.
Once I got out it was freedom!
Across the street to cash a check and then down the street to spend it on gas.
I had a roadtrip in front of me and an empty tank. I was invited down to Wrentham to have dinner with the Moore's and whoever of my snowboard family showed up. It was a full house with the Grand Pubah and Chris making their faces known and all of James' family in attendance plus Kali's bf. Did we eat at a reasonable hour? Well I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so no. Let me say that it is always worth the wait when Chris and James decide to cook. Aside from good conversation and company we had a delicious meal. Steak & salmon with grilled eggplant, asparagus and baked potatoes.
Heavenly.
I lingered there for a while but not nearly as long as I would like. Even helping with dishes, as good 'family' is prone to doing. I hit the road for the much quicker homeward journey. The classic rock d.j. was a extra good tonight.
What started off gloomy has ended on a full day, which is my favorite kind. There are too many days that slip through my fingers I long for more days to be fully seized and not wasted.
I am now the semi-proud owner of a grey wardrobe, with some black.
After dropping her off back at Gordon I had to go right back to the mall. three hours of training sounded like a breeze. There was some reading and question answering, I even sold a pair of Ray-Ban's. "Hey I want to try some wayfarers, yah those, yah these I'll get these" Easy Peasy they knew what they wanted. The three hours dragged by. I learned some here and there but at a kiosk there are always customers. Aside from learning a few things and trying on some different frames it was fairly slow with lots of people watching.
Once I got out it was freedom!
Across the street to cash a check and then down the street to spend it on gas.
I had a roadtrip in front of me and an empty tank. I was invited down to Wrentham to have dinner with the Moore's and whoever of my snowboard family showed up. It was a full house with the Grand Pubah and Chris making their faces known and all of James' family in attendance plus Kali's bf. Did we eat at a reasonable hour? Well I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so no. Let me say that it is always worth the wait when Chris and James decide to cook. Aside from good conversation and company we had a delicious meal. Steak & salmon with grilled eggplant, asparagus and baked potatoes.
Heavenly.
I lingered there for a while but not nearly as long as I would like. Even helping with dishes, as good 'family' is prone to doing. I hit the road for the much quicker homeward journey. The classic rock d.j. was a extra good tonight.
What started off gloomy has ended on a full day, which is my favorite kind. There are too many days that slip through my fingers I long for more days to be fully seized and not wasted.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Worst of the Trivial
I realize that at times people will say "this is the best/worst thing ever!" Of course people aren't complete idiots... Well who are and aren't isn't the point. The point is that if I ask them if it reeally is that which they claim they fold. I'm guilty of the same thing.
This morning I went through one of the worst of the trivial experiences, if not the worst (It's in a category so that makes it more plausible). As I generally do every morning I woke up climbed down from bed and lumbered to the kitchen. I was groggily able to fill the water pot and turn it on for tea. Then reached above, like I do nearly every day of the year, and pulled down a bowl. With practice half-awake grace I shuffled across the kitchen swung open the pantry door and pulled out my golden morning prize. As I poured my morning portion of honey nut cheerios I opened the refrigerator door to add the desired amount of milk that would soon be turned into a honey mixture to drink down as a final breakfast treat. To my dismay there was not a drop of milk in the fridge, my shoulders hunched, my spirit defeated. My only choice was to repeat my morning ritual in reverse and pour back my cereal. I had been demoralized, I couldn't go on. My alternative was a pair of Pop-tarts but how could I eat them without milk? Tea had to do. With each bite I was reminded of how I could not have what I most desired, cold cereal had eluded me.
It was the worst of the trivial.
This morning I went through one of the worst of the trivial experiences, if not the worst (It's in a category so that makes it more plausible). As I generally do every morning I woke up climbed down from bed and lumbered to the kitchen. I was groggily able to fill the water pot and turn it on for tea. Then reached above, like I do nearly every day of the year, and pulled down a bowl. With practice half-awake grace I shuffled across the kitchen swung open the pantry door and pulled out my golden morning prize. As I poured my morning portion of honey nut cheerios I opened the refrigerator door to add the desired amount of milk that would soon be turned into a honey mixture to drink down as a final breakfast treat. To my dismay there was not a drop of milk in the fridge, my shoulders hunched, my spirit defeated. My only choice was to repeat my morning ritual in reverse and pour back my cereal. I had been demoralized, I couldn't go on. My alternative was a pair of Pop-tarts but how could I eat them without milk? Tea had to do. With each bite I was reminded of how I could not have what I most desired, cold cereal had eluded me.
It was the worst of the trivial.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Thank You
Thank You,
Health Nuts for ruining my already healthy favorite snack.
Multigrain wheat thins, they aren't even square anymore.
Health Nuts for ruining my already healthy favorite snack.
Multigrain wheat thins, they aren't even square anymore.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The bug has bit.
Well it has officially happened. 
I have contracted that seasonal STD (stoke transmitted disease). I feel like my heart is about to bust through my chest and I'm so antsy I can barely read. I know it's August but I really want to go snowboarding. I'm waiting for 3:30 so I can go meet with my friend to talk about that winter 'sport'. For us it is more like a way of life. I was looking forward to this rendezvous and then to eat up some time I read an article on mogul riding. Thanks K.C. it really put my mind back in the zone. It's amazing I'm not back to "bro speak" too. I will relish the days when my Saturdays are filled with Park Monster training and evenings spent with dear friends discussing tactics or when the next storm will hit.
I really was loving the spring and summer. Living a few blocks from the Atlantic will do that I guess, no haunting peaks to remind me of winter. But all that relaxation is over now. It will be replaced with anxiously awaiting when the snow guns will be turned on. Waxing, tuning, and pouring over the newest gear, drooling with delight at thought of hidden stashes and perfect spins.
If I don't go mad first.
I await.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Good idea, bad idea.
Planking Fail - watch more funny videos
There has been a craze going around. By craze I mean crazy people doing something in mass. It's called planking. Lay face down, hands at your side, and stiff as a board. Sounds easy? Well it is. That's when the crazies get creative. Across your kitchen counter? Only if the half of you is on the oven. Prepare yourself for the coming age.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Mustache alert!
A great mustache is not easily grown or quick to come by. But when it is, it should be proclaimed to the world! So meet Mr. B the gentlemen rhymer.
Got any Grapes?
There are at times brilliant things on youtube. This is not one of them. It is highly addictive though. So watch and try your best not to sing it in your head.
Then he waddled away!
waddle waddle.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Disciple?
What makes a disciple? They may be highly qualified, maybe not. They could be someone who likes being a follower. There are so many things that make a disciple. For Jesus and those that followed Him there is a quality that has popped out in my mind. They stuck around. His disciples were not highly qualified, nor the brightest, or wisest, or most patient. They did have a curious ability to stick around when many did not or could not. Whether they understood what was really going on or not we can't really know. It is often assumed that the 12 at least were a bit thick at times. Jesus practically tried to get rid of them with all the things they did. Quickly coming to mind are a storm, feeding 5000 with nearly nothing, upsetting everyone in charge, breaking all the status quo, shattering what they once believed. They hung on. Until the crucifixion when everyone deserted Jesus. True to their nature though, they came back!
Friday, July 8, 2011
The curious nature of debt
Debt is a curious subject. I bet if I polled some people on the street, or even in churches, or church boards that they would say debt is something that everybody has got. You must have it, one or another to have anything.
I am not even a little bit convinced that is the truth. What I am convinced of is that to secure the image of the American Middle Class it is necessary to go into debt to obtain the accessories of that status. The image is the thing that has changed over the years, in doing so the cost has bloomed. Houses are bigger, cars are higher up the food chain, social life is more expensive. Is this the middle class of the Post WW II era that has defined the term, or perhaps has the term been taken and pulled along by those who stand to make a profit on those who desire to rise above the lower class.
What one can live on is clear, not much. In most of the world it is $2/day. However the belief in this country is that you must have internet, cell phone, flat screen tv, computer, cable, car, nice place to live. Almost in that order. Everyone must live in the middle class, unless they can live in the upper class of course.
To achieve this goal of middle-classdom citizens are willing to take out loans to obtain those things that are too expensive to be paid for out of pocket, college, boats, cars, and houses mostly. These loans will take a large time of the citizens life to pay off. The current idea is that having debt is natural and if one has a $400,000 home loan for instance, but makes $80,000 per annum that is natural and they will eventually pay that off and it only trains a portion of their yearly income, less than taxes even. This person is able to assume the veneer of home ownership (even though they do not own the home, the bank does) and is on the outside a middle-class citizen, in truth he is down $400,000!
I propose a change in perception. Debt needs to be seen in a new light. If I am the owner of a house, I am not truly the owner of that house until it cannot be taken away from me. If I have a debt on that house it is not truly mine until the debt no longer remains. So even though a citizen makes a middle-class wage they are incurring massive debt and really only realistically able to live in a lower-class or poverty-line lifestyle with a middle-class veneer.
Let me give a different example. Imagine a citizen who does not adopt these middle-class accessories but retains the middle-class pay. Instead they rent or buy something they are able to afford, or even build their own house, adding on when they are able. From the outside they may look lower-class but they live a life that always has extra finances, always able to give to those in need, they can eat out whenever they please or even invest if they so desire. Continually in the black because they decided on a lower outward appearance.
The trappings of middle-class life of the late 40's and through the 50's is very meager compared to the McMansions, and trappings of today. But true financial stability is the real hallmark of the American Middle-Class. That Hallmark has been exchanged for a stamp of approval and a weight around our necks.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
There was once a time in the last century when sports were played and professionals were exceptional, but their paychecks were not.
The way we pay our athletes is ludicrous. We got problems all around, tickets are expensive and the system is expensive to maintain. Greed is getting to everybody. Union isn't helping solve the problem, except how to divide it up best. Oh well I guess, the titans will battle and I will go on living.
It is amazing how the masses entertain and endorse these Jesters.
Yes they are like clowns, even in their squabbling they give people an escape from their own existence. To mock and laugh at the antics of the Jesters of the Empire.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Set the record straight
There are a lot of 'stories' and 'textbooks' about what Independence day is all about, but I'm pretty sure this is how it all really happened.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Nothing like the blues.
I imagine that those who would read that as a status update would comment on the musical genre. The music that I truly love, and strangely don't seem like 'blues' at all. I have the blues though. It seems like a breeze as it comes in and I feel like the wind is out of my sails and I gaze into the mirror of my life.
I'm always concerned with my motivations. Why am I doing this? Why does it matter?
Life is a journey, fantastic for some. We all end at the same place, so how we get there is important.
Is it ok to look? If you do what do you measure yourself against? (see deeper and deeper)
So whatever american measurements are I probably don't measure up.
But it's ok i think.
I'm always concerned with my motivations. Why am I doing this? Why does it matter?
Life is a journey, fantastic for some. We all end at the same place, so how we get there is important.
Is it ok to look? If you do what do you measure yourself against? (see deeper and deeper)
So whatever american measurements are I probably don't measure up.
But it's ok i think.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Not getting a twitter
I may think in twitter length quotes sometimes but I'm not getting an account. But here are a few recent ones.
"Everybody bemoans the loss of the youth and teens.
But when you ask them who is engaging, mentoring,
and discipling youth no one will raise their hands." -Me
"Make new Christians, Not borrow Christians." -Me
"There are wild mushroom eaters, and there are those
who are watchin' wild mushroom eaters." -Erwin Mcmanus
I got a pair of good ones of a couple tea bag tags.
"Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate."
and
"Minds, like parachutes, work only when they are open." -Salada tea bag tags
"Everybody bemoans the loss of the youth and teens.
But when you ask them who is engaging, mentoring,
and discipling youth no one will raise their hands." -Me
"Make new Christians, Not borrow Christians." -Me
"There are wild mushroom eaters, and there are those
who are watchin' wild mushroom eaters." -Erwin Mcmanus
I got a pair of good ones of a couple tea bag tags.
"Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate."
and
"Minds, like parachutes, work only when they are open." -Salada tea bag tags
doodlin'
So way back in May I was at District Assembly. Since I'm still young, creative, and a little flippant I doodled a bit. Anyway After 3 days of staring at our denominational banner I doodled and made what I would call a masterpiece. It is at least from the dove's perspective.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Life Learnin'
Tonight I went to a party with a cotton candy machine.
Tonight I ate cotton candy with a hot dog as a stick.
It was so much fun!
Cotton Candy machine, Bouncy Castle (did a backflip), and an improv game of what we called 'awesome ball'. Using chairs as a net, a beachball that is to big for me to even hug, and roughly volleyball style rules we played for a good 30 min. in the rain. Plus before I left and said my goodbyes I got drawn on by my friend. She did a pretty good job.
It might sound like a kids birthday party but it wasn't, it was a grad party. But with just a little child-like wonder Adults can have all kinds of fun that doesn't include sitting and gorging on food, or napping the day away.
If I try and model Jesus in my life, it means I get to go party with the people who don't go to church. Which means I get to go to the parties where people know what it means to rejoice!
I Love my friends, so does Jesus, which makes it so much better.
They're past the side hug. We are verbal about telling each other how much we appreciate each other and we do it often. There is so much 'church folk' can learn.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Broad Strokes
If Acts ch 2 shows us how the early church functioned,
the Epistles show us how it dysfunctioned. -Me
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Why I love Ski School
We had our end of season employee party last night. I've always said instructors are just smart people. Trying to explain away how they all have other really cool jobs. Over breakfast I was reflecting instead on the variety of conversations I had last night. Remodeling, summer plans, riding the mechanical bull, catching up on the goings on of our friends. Later it got deep. I began talking to a variety of people about the electron pathway of mitochondria, the relative size of protons and animal cells, determinism, philosophical equations, the origin of ethics, trisomy, and the force. This is the only group of people I know that can talk so throughly about such variety. That is why I love ski school.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Update
As I've said before this is the bad blog. Which conveniently allows me to not update for long periods of time! But winter is over which usually means I have more time on my hands to do things like this.
Tuesday I went to class. I got really excited and distracted in Bio to head to Stowe for the end of year AASI exam. Then I went to World History, tuesday she had the "white guilt" up to 11. We got to talk about all the pre WW2 genocide around the world. It was awesome... So then I was so upset after class that I just skipped lab and rode up to Vermont. It was totally awesome I recommend it to everyone.
Must finish paper...
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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