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sorcyressToday I am on a bus to New York City. I will wander around for a few hours (probably Forbidden Planet and The Strand, but perhaps I will sit with a sketchbook in Times Square and pretend to be artistic) and then tonight I am going to the theatre. rm has a musical being performed, which she wrote the book for, and I am eager to see it (and to make good on a ticket I bought through Kickstarter two years ago.
Yesterday,mindways and I went on an adventure, specifically to visit and clambor on playgrounds. It was a qualified success (he lost his phone), and made me reminisce misty-eyed of Columbia, for everyone knows the only good part is the bike paths and the playgrounds within. I want to organize so many things in Boston, groups to play blind tag and capture the flag, have marshmallow wars, dance barefoot on the grass, play in the park, get childish.
Summer is full of such promise, even entwined with the fear of unemployment, the difficulty of growing up. Why is it so hard to find a career?
Somewhere in the path of yesterday --I'm not sure where yet, but likely on the Minuteman, likely along Spy Pond-- I hit my first hundred miles on Elanor. I didn't quite make it in a week, this is the eighth day I have owned her. That's okay. There will be other weeks.
(My goal for the summer is 500 miles, and I rather expect right now I shall exceed it.)
There are other things I should talk about and write about, but I don't know what they are. I saw Avengers and Snow White, I finished season two of Avatar: the Last Airbender and started season three, I am reading House of Leaves1. Cambridge has e-mailled me back, saying "we have filled our positions". None of the other systems to which I've applied has been so decent. I keep going. My aspirations have slipped once more from teaching to retail to food, and it is frustrating to not reach my dreams, but less so than not paying rent.
And as a note to myself, the project I keep forgetting to work on is "Balticon", and the other project is "Mischief". These two are not connected. Sometimes if you want the world to be a certain way, you must build it yourself.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Which has footnotes more sprawling and interwoven than my livejournal. I am impressed, and pleased, and enjoying myself immensely. This is also the slowest I have ever read a book in my life --having spent three or four hours on a novel, I expect to be much past page seventy2.
2: Much of that is to do with the fact that I am taking notes, of course. If I actually owned the book, I could be doing it in the middle, and we'll see how long my resolve lasts, if I can get much farther of the seven hundred pages before breaking down and acquiring a copy of my own. If ever a book needed to be written in, it is this one. Psychosis and strangeness and translations and reactions. My own footnotes, scrawled in orange ink across the bottom. I do not understand this novel one bit, but I am quite enjoying it.
rm has a musical being performed, which she wrote the book for, and I am eager to see it (and to make good on a ticket I bought through Kickstarter two years ago. Yesterday,
mindways and I went on an adventure, specifically to visit and clambor on playgrounds. It was a qualified success (he lost his phone), and made me reminisce misty-eyed of Columbia, for everyone knows the only good part is the bike paths and the playgrounds within. I want to organize so many things in Boston, groups to play blind tag and capture the flag, have marshmallow wars, dance barefoot on the grass, play in the park, get childish. Summer is full of such promise, even entwined with the fear of unemployment, the difficulty of growing up. Why is it so hard to find a career?
Somewhere in the path of yesterday --I'm not sure where yet, but likely on the Minuteman, likely along Spy Pond-- I hit my first hundred miles on Elanor. I didn't quite make it in a week, this is the eighth day I have owned her. That's okay. There will be other weeks.
(My goal for the summer is 500 miles, and I rather expect right now I shall exceed it.)
There are other things I should talk about and write about, but I don't know what they are. I saw Avengers and Snow White, I finished season two of Avatar: the Last Airbender and started season three, I am reading House of Leaves1. Cambridge has e-mailled me back, saying "we have filled our positions". None of the other systems to which I've applied has been so decent. I keep going. My aspirations have slipped once more from teaching to retail to food, and it is frustrating to not reach my dreams, but less so than not paying rent.
And as a note to myself, the project I keep forgetting to work on is "Balticon", and the other project is "Mischief". These two are not connected. Sometimes if you want the world to be a certain way, you must build it yourself.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Which has footnotes more sprawling and interwoven than my livejournal. I am impressed, and pleased, and enjoying myself immensely. This is also the slowest I have ever read a book in my life --having spent three or four hours on a novel, I expect to be much past page seventy2.
2: Much of that is to do with the fact that I am taking notes, of course. If I actually owned the book, I could be doing it in the middle, and we'll see how long my resolve lasts, if I can get much farther of the seven hundred pages before breaking down and acquiring a copy of my own. If ever a book needed to be written in, it is this one. Psychosis and strangeness and translations and reactions. My own footnotes, scrawled in orange ink across the bottom. I do not understand this novel one bit, but I am quite enjoying it.
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on 2012-06-13 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-13 08:22 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2012-06-13 08:59 pm (UTC)The Alden Play Area in Cambridge (at Oxford and Sacramento Streets) is pretty excellent.
If you want to get sprayed by a big blue bear face, you can check out one of the newest parks in Somerville (designed by yours truly and my associates at work, inspired by a great mural already there by a local artist) at Dickerman Playground on Craigie St just uphill from Somerville Ave, though the play equipment there is from the prior renovation and isn't really all that cool for those above, say, age 8. But the park is great. And uphill is Morse-Kelley, also just opened (both, like, this past Saturday), which has skateboard elements and a climbing wall, but only a preschoolers' playstructure.
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on 2012-06-13 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-13 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-14 04:29 am (UTC)It's sad that this is the standard state of affairs. It seems to me common courtesy to at least say "thanks, no" if someone is putting themselves out there as much as job hunting requires, even if you're getting thousands of applications for a single opening (this is what BCCs are for). Leaving people hanging is borderline cruel, even in the modern era when everyone job hunting probably expects it.