When I was at Fordham, I loved walking around that campus... walking around in my world. I got that same feeling at the Boathouse. Everything was within reach, and you could just reach out and touch it--affect your surroundings, connect to other people. I'm struggling to recreate that feeling in my own life. Sometimes, from my apartment, the world just seems so big... I feel very small when I'm in here. I need to get out of here. If Stanford becomes my ticket out, I'll leave early... maybe not actually leave, but take next summer off... just be free to do whatever I want. Should I quit my job and just work on my book? Seems silly... b/c who would buy a career book from someone out of work? I suppose I could ditch Stanford and just go to grad school here... get my MA in Counseling and work for Fordham in the meantime. If I don't make Stanford, I might do that. I don't know. For almost eight years, my job has been the place I wanted to be, and now, I'm not so sure... I know I can do something great, but I don't want to ruin the chances of that by doing anything stupid.
If I could just wake up, work out, counsel students and run programs all day, kayak on the weekends, and play softball once a week, I'd do that for the rest of my life. There are days this weighs on me more than others. I've started not liking Sunday nights... feeling like I should have accomplished more during the weekend and not feeling like I've accomplished enough to start the week.
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After they lost their third game in the series against the Yanks, I sent this e-mail to Ryan Roy, who is as diehard a Red Sawks fan as they come...
"My condolences. Your boys let you, and everyone else down, big time.
And why the hell can't you get a manager who knows when to take
pictures out and put them in? Mendoza should have been in there for
three innings. It was obviously going to be one of those games, and
if he gives up a couple of runs, so what. He got yanked early, and
that's what opened up the floodgates."
I may have been a bit premature.
Ok, so I'm at DTUT right now and they have rented out the entire back half for a kiddie party. I think the birthday girl is about 1, so she really has no idea who all of these people are. Call me a cynic, but there's no point to throwing birthdays for kids who have no idea what's going on. Its more for the parents then anything.
Watching this whole scene play out has given me a great idea for a business. Someone could make a killing out in front of this place valet parking all of these strollers. First of all, these things have gotten like SUVs. Some of the wheels are basically regular sized car tires and I could swear that one of them had spinner rims.
This woman just asked one of the bus boys how she'd know which one was hers after they took the stroller from her to put it in the basement or something. ?!? Um... how many of them have purple ducks strapped to the side? If she was really that concerned, she'd leave something in it even more recognizable, like her kid. (Holy shit... ELMO JUST WALKED IN. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. ITS REALLY ELMO... IN THE FUZZ...ELMO ROCKS.)
Of course, this kid has no idea who Elmo is and half of the kids are crying now. You know its more for the parents. I hear they're considering Elmo to replace Pierce as the next 007.
Oh, and how is this for sketchy. I'm sitting here last night and this girl starts talking to me. She goes to a local college and she's studying for exams next week. We start chatting and she breaks out with the "Its so hard meeting people in the city." So we talk about all the things we do in our spare time, like her world travel and my kayaking. We trade numbers and I wind up texting her after she leaves. Here's the text conversation...
Me: This uber-style conscious chic just sat down in your seat. She has this ridiculous fuzzy hat and is not nearly as interesting to watch... and yeah, I was definately watching out of the corner of my eye before you spoke up. I'm glad you did. Have a good night.
Her: Uh oh... You better watch out, u know what they say about women w/ fuzzy hats..! It was great to meet u... Perhaps we will meet up soon?!
So I go home, go to sleep, and then I'm back at DTUT the next day...
Me: Definately... what's your real e-mail btw? You're probably working tonight, but if not, you should come out with my roommates and I. I'll be at DTUT all afternoon, but they have a kiddie party here until 2:15, so I can't guarantee a seat.
Her: I work till 2am- blah! Thanks though! I must admit, i have a bf. Perhaps u dont want 2 hang out anymore b/c of that?
WTF?? I'm sorry, but what are you doing trading numbers with guys at cafes and talking about how hard it is to meet people in the city if you have a boyfriend??? That's just bad news... and I don't want to talk to her, but not because she has a boyfriend, but she's obviously walking a very thin line with being honest and upfront. I certainly wouldn't want to be her boyfriend. Now, if she mentioned it upfront and said, "Yeah it would be cool to get our friends together and hang out because we're so close by," I would have been totally ok with that, but that is seriously sketchy. Am I wrong?
"WASHINGTON -- The Bush administration decided Friday that it will impose a quota on sock imports from China -- the latest round of an increasingly bitter trade dispute with Beijing -- showing a willingness to protect American workers ahead of the election.
Trade has become a hot issue on the campaign trail with President Bush, an unrepentant free trader, accusing his Democratic opponent John Kerry of being an "economic isolationist." Mr. Kerry has countered that Mr. Bush has not done enough to protect American workers from unfair foreign competition."
Besides being amused that we might have a sock shortage or that the price of socks might go up (which really effects me because I wear two pairs of socks at a time), I'm TOTALLY confused. Admittedly, the only thing I remember about our trade policy was the steel tariff--and I extrapolated out of that that Bush was the protectionist. Am I wrong here? I know I've heard Kerry bash outsourcing, but I just assumed that Bush was protection minded as Kerry was. If Bush is the free trader, then that's one more point for Bush in my book. Free trade is good. Outsourcing is good. We all benefit in the long run when things get done more cheaply. We can't offord to "protect" American jobs. We need to make America more competitive and make people want to buy American products. If you don't buy American, don't complain when we have to ship jobs oversees. If you don't drive a GM car, don't blame us for closing plants, because if we don't close them, the whole company goes under and lots more people lose their jobs. Its that simple. I think everyone should be forced to take an economics course so that people understand how capitalism and free trade works.
Its just like the flu shot. First, EVERYONE wants it. Then everyone wants it for FREE. On top of that, then they want to be able to SUE the drug companies if you get sick from it, which is a stated risk. And on top of that, people want MORE life saving drugs to hit the market. Someone explain to me how this is supposed to work without tanking the entire publically traded healthcare sector, dragging down all of our retirement money. It just doesn't add up and neither does protectionism.