I had intended to write a post today about our new home. This isn't going to happen for a couple of reasons.
1) The internet in this coffee shop is atrocious, and I think the only reason I keep coming back is because they offer at least 7 different kinds of cake at all times. And as you may remember from the last post: I have a lot of pictures to post--it could take all day in these conditions.
2) Have you ever been so toally mezmerized by a person's voice and then looked at their face and been so totally appalled that it is the origin of that noise, because there is just no way that a voice that distinguised and manly could come from a person who looks like Ron Weasley? Well I've been having this experience for last 2 hours. Rather than being productive and making good use of my time, I've been eaves-dropping on a conversation between a british real estate broker, who sounds like a most jaw-droppingly handsome TV personality but does in fact look just like Ron Weasly, and two squirly 20-somethings who are trying to sound like they have the upper hand. Its been interesting.
In lieu of something more exciting, I share with you the following list of thoughts that have been occupying a lot of my time. How drole!
Things I'm Thinking About:
Dogs: Specifically that I want one and everyone keeps telling me that I should not get one. I've been waiting 5 years for a dog, and I just don't want to wait any longer! I'm not exaggerating when I say that I think about this every day. Its getting ridiculous.
Unemployment: Because its looming on my horizon. My position with Americorps ends in August and I am literally terrified of being unemployed in the Portland job market. To make matters worse, I've been poking around on Craigslist job postings to mentally prepare myself (emotional flagellation?) and am becoming increasingly depressed and cynical about the situation. Not only are there very, very few jobs available that I am interested in, but I have reached the point where I doubt that I am actually qualified for anything. I am an expert in nothing, and is it just me, or does 3+ years experience as a barista seem like overkill?
Photography: There is just nothing more frustrating than knowing what you want the picture to look like and not being able to create it. This is so frustrating, in fact, that I have taken to just pointing the camera in a general direction and releasing the shutter. The sad thing is that my only good shots arrive this way.
Web and Graphic Design: I've been dabbling in these fields at work with limited success. Thankfully I work with a non-profit. But my curiosity has peaked. I've turned my design eye on and I'm wondering if this is something I could actually be good at? I'm especially interested in the propensity to make money, which is actually turning out to be much harder than I anticipated. Karl doesn't know this yet, but sometimes, while I'm spacing out at work, I imagine us running a really amazing firm together and its very exciting. (Karl: Feel free to let this thought linger...)
Pickles: Has it ever crossed your mind how political a pickle can be? Not just any pickle, but one you've made yourself, from a home-grown vegetable. Joe is making some planter boxes for our new space and I'm seriously considering my pickling prospects. It turns out pickling is really just a function of boiling water properly, which seems pretty reasonable. If the Obama's start pickling their Victory Veggies at the White House--you heard it here first.
2 comments:
puppy!! i really want a dog someday, too. hope this works out for the both of us.
manly voice in an awkward red-headed british body? sounds like reality rick rolled you.
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