"This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can."
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Wednesday, May 28
OK, back to work. No rest...yet.
Monday, May 26
I'm going with a friend to see Indiana Jones tonight. I was shocked and not a little dismayed when I learned that two of my other friends have not seen ANY of the older Indiana Jones movies. Seriously. Did they live under a rock? And more importantly, can I help them see the error of their ways? Really, how have they made it all these years without the memories of cringing when the Ark melted the Nazis, or when the priest of that crazy cult pulled out the other guy's heart, or when Indy chooses "wisely" with the Holy Grail...? *sigh*
That's all for now. I'll let you know if I meet any purple people eaters on my way home.
Friday, May 9
Anyway. The sun is shining in Seattle and I'm signing up for sculling classes. Miss rowing (did some in Boston on the Charles River - rumor was if you fell in the water you'd either grow a third arm or lose a limb) so I'm going to get back into it starting in July (the job will be over by then).
I'm also getting ready to move. My Soldier is going away and I'm going to housesit for one of the guys he works with. I'm really, really going to miss our water view and going to miss being in walking distance from grocery store, coffee shop, video store.... sigh. It all balances out with the money we'll be saving from not paying rent. Think we're going to start packing up this weekend.
Oh, and a little bus drama for all you who read my last blog entry. I was waiting at my Seattle stop and these 2 guys started beating on each other. It didn't last too long, but it was kinda bizarre.
Anyway. Need to get one more thing done so i can go home. :)
Friday, March 28
Today I was waiting for my local bus in Seattle and saw this older guy walk by, just minding his own business. I looked at his shirtfront and noticed the strangest thing peeking out of his pocket. Where some might stash pens, their ID card or gum, this guy had a small paperback book with a plain cover except for the word "Satan" written in huge letters across the front. Who knows, maybe it was his ID card.
On the flip side, yesterday I was waiting at the same stop and saw a cool random act of kindness. A woman got off one bus and started walking down the sidewalk, when she put her bag over her shoulder, her bus transfer fell on the ground. A man (who looked like any other homeless guy) looked from the transfer to her and picked up the ticket. Instead of pocketing the transfer, he walked after the woman and tapped her on the shoulder (almost scared her to death). He handed her the transfer - she looked shocked - turned and walked back the other way. I later saw that same women catch her next bus.
The bus rocks.
Tuesday, March 25
Getting used to the new job. Trying to head off panic modes and a deadline crisis before it happens, but am finding it tough to get info from other people. Makes me want to do it myself, but I must learn to play nicely with others I suppose.
So happy to have friends to hang out with again - it's been a while since that happened. Next stop, dinner and a movie.
Wish John were home *sigh*.
Thursday, March 13
I dreamed that I died (or actually I think I was already dead at the beginning of the dream) and then hundreds of years later I came back to life. I wasn't reincarnated, wasn't a zombie....I was me. And I was joined by 3 other friends who had also come back to life.
We were in some small town with old, wooden buildings. We found an old meeting hall (that was being used by the Red Cross for storage) to stay in.
And we were on a quest....but we weren't sure what it was. It was coming to us as we were making our way through the town and interacting with people. Seems like we were there to save them or something.
It was a bit like a live action Dungeons and Dragons game, but without the cool elves, rogues or sorcerers. And without magic. Or cool costumes. Or dragons. Or dungeons, come to think of it.
Thursday, February 28
Wednesday, February 20
The second reason I love where I live today: The Tacoma Film Club. I met with about 25 other men and women tonight at a local bookstore. We talked about three films, laughed and even argued. Everyone was so welcoming. Can't believe I haven't joined them before and can't wait to meet up with them again.
I also had an amazing view of the lunar eclipse tonight. Thank you cloudless night. Even though I've seen an eclipse before, I'm always amazed by it.
Sunday, February 17
I may soon have the opportunity to find a job/adventure that could be anywhere and really could be anything....and could last for about a year. Honestly, I would like it to pay me some cash and it'd be nice if I felt like I was helping people while I'm doing it. I have a few ideas..... but I'm wondering what you would suggest that I do?
(for those in UT - we already know that's one idea. let's think outside the bubble....er box)
Talk to me people.
Saturday, February 9
It really was amazing. Neighbors came together, sat down and actually discussed issues that face our country and that are important to them. We talked about health care, the war in Iraq, poverty, electability of the candidates.... People are so excited for change. So passionate about being a part of that change. An older gentleman who I met today said he hadn't seen anything like it since JFK.
We were given 2 chances to voice who we wanted to choose for our precint's candidate. After the debating and the tallying, our overwhelming support went to Barack Obama. After the vote, we elected delegates to represent our precint at the county level and perhaps all the way up to the national convention. Somehow, I was elected as one of those people. I'm actually really excited about being an active part of the election process. It's an amazing feeling.
I wish that all the states had something like this. Something where people can feel like they've had a chance to voice their opinion at the very least. It also brings a certain sense of community. Something I haven't felt for a very long time.
Here's what it looked like today:
Wednesday, January 30
Not so sure.
I've always known that I had a weak understanding of my own emotions - to the point that I sometimes couldn't name what I was feeling. Sometimes it was as if I was a 2 year old trying to put words to things. Now that I'm beginning to understand why I've been a slow learner, I wonder if an ol' dog can learn new tricks. Can I really get in touch with my emotions to the point where I can not only recognize my own emotions, but realize the impact they have on others AND choose to interact certain ways so I impact people emotionally in ways that I consciously choose? Seems like a lot. And seems like something I should have learned a while ago. BUT I suppose we all learn certain things in our own time and better to learn late than never.
Let's hope my brain doesn't implode.
Monday, January 14
Think if the weather's good I want to go up to my favorite beach/park in Seattle and have a bonfire. Roast marshmallows. Have s'mores. Maybe go out for sushi. Go dancing. Finish off the night with a movie and popcorn at home. Although, there is a monster truck rally in town that day. Never been to one of those. Might make for a memorable birthday. Seriously.
Gave my resume a serious overhaul last week. Now I'm on the job hunt again. Think I'll go for something I actually care about this time instead of a job I take because I can do it or because it's there. Might mean I don't go for a straight writing job, but I think I'm ready for a change.
Was talking with my mom last night. She's had 3 or 4 big things break in her life over the past month and is convinced it's the Universe trying to tell her something. She might be right. Do you think the Universe talks to us in ways like that?