March 4, 2011 at 11:55 am in Travels, Writing
I know the last time I was on a plane was a long time ago because the pictures from the trip feature me wearing a shirt with the logo of a band who shall remain nameless because I am cool now, okay?
I also remember stepping out of the airport in Minnesota, wondering if I was in Minneapolis or St. Paul, wondering why it was so windy, wondering when I would be able to hear again (the answer: in more than just a few days), wondering if I could just hitchhike back, wondering wondering wondering.
I’m getting on another plane tomorrow, to San Francisco, with a layover in either Minneapolis or St. Paul, whichever, and I better be able to hear by Wednesday, because I’m giving a presentation in Big Sur about Big Sur because, uh, college.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten more and more uncomfortable with being in vehicles I’m not piloting. The accidents I’ve been in, though they’ve not been my fault, happened when I was behind the wheel, and if I’m going to get hurt in some machine, I’d like for it to happen that way.
(That was a strange thing to write. Here’s me knocking on wood: I’d like to not get in anymore accidents, no matter who’s driving.)
I have been told more than once that I write with vague purpose.
I have been told recently that I should consider titling my writing.
I have been told that I should consider not using writing as a way to procrastinate.
Huh.
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Wisdom
February 3, 2011 at 11:30 am in Work
Things I have learned so far while working with fourth and fifth graders:
- Jonathan Kennedy was a president whose head was blown off by a cannonball, possibly in the 1700s.
- There are two kinds of math problems: House of Representative math problems and Senate math problems, and they are very, very different.
- The Lumpy River does not run through the Grand Canyon, but it is nearby.
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Can I tell you a secret?
January 21, 2011 at 8:05 am in Work
I worked at Burger King for a day.
(Two days, technically, if you count the shift I spent watching overly enthusiastic training-video-employees filling fountain drinks and smiling as they passed them across the counter to not unhappy customers, flipping un-ugly burgers, salting fries just the right amount, and so on.)
I worked at a grocery store several years ago during a flood of such proportions that pictures still circulate Facebook showing the water level at local gas stations. (It was high.) It was my first day and I had no idea what I was doing or when I was allowed to leave. A month later I decided I’d go back to public school.
My only enduring job, other than office work that has amounted to answering to shouts of “you do that” and “my computer is doing this, make it stop” was volunteer work at a Boys and Girls Club -
and for a long time that was not enough to convince HR departments that I could work, that I was just afraid of cheeseburgers and Pepsi -
But I guess if a person is desperate enough, if they can do fourth grade math, they can get a job doing just that, provided the fourth graders do most of the work.
Which is good, because I was running out of solutions for the broken computers.
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