Like a true workaholic, I am more tempted by enticing work opportunities than by almost anything else.
For example now. When I am really trying to cut down on work. Have promised myself to be in no more than a 100% position, combined, by the time the kid is born. And all of a sudden, along comes this really luscious job. Damnit!
But. It's OK. Do you know why? Because I know it's a test. Of sorts. Somehow, I am being tested. And that makes it bearable to turn away.
But man, o man! This was attractive.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Monday, May 12, 2003
Paradise, thy name is Georgia. In May.
We are spending this week on a 250 acre estate in Georgia. The guesthouse that we are staying in is larger than our house. We are told that everything is larger in the south.
We passed a jeep yesterday that was towing a gargantuan grill. On wheels. Our southern friends didn't seem to find it interesting. I was amazed. And took pictures.
But nature seems indifferent to the activities of mere mortals here. The flora is a force to be reckoned with. To keep a field growing just grass, you have to do more than just cut the grass. You also need to weed out the trees. Like every month! I kid you not. Any spot that isn't looked after really regularly will turn into a tropical forest before you can blink your eyes.
And everything seems to grow here. When I go out for my morning run, every fruit imaginable seems to be growing on the trees by the road. And the aroma of the honwysuckle is intoxicating.
Heaven. I'm in heaven.
We are spending this week on a 250 acre estate in Georgia. The guesthouse that we are staying in is larger than our house. We are told that everything is larger in the south.
We passed a jeep yesterday that was towing a gargantuan grill. On wheels. Our southern friends didn't seem to find it interesting. I was amazed. And took pictures.
But nature seems indifferent to the activities of mere mortals here. The flora is a force to be reckoned with. To keep a field growing just grass, you have to do more than just cut the grass. You also need to weed out the trees. Like every month! I kid you not. Any spot that isn't looked after really regularly will turn into a tropical forest before you can blink your eyes.
And everything seems to grow here. When I go out for my morning run, every fruit imaginable seems to be growing on the trees by the road. And the aroma of the honwysuckle is intoxicating.
Heaven. I'm in heaven.
Thursday, May 8, 2003
On June 3rd, Amina Lawal is to be be buried in the ground, up to her neck, and then stoned to death. The execution is only being postponed because she is currently breast-feeding her newborn child.
My birthday is June 3rd.
If you are interested in a petition against the execution, you can find one here.
Amina Lawal lives in Nigeria. I find this appalling, but I would also like to point out that barbaric, government-run extermination of human beings is rampant in this very home of the brave. It has actually been growing almost exponently since the late seventies. Since then, US authorities have butchered in excess of 850 individuals, using such savage instruments as electric chairs, gas chambers, poison, hanging ropes, and firing squads.
What happened to the "inalianable right to life"?
My birthday is June 3rd.
If you are interested in a petition against the execution, you can find one here.
Amina Lawal lives in Nigeria. I find this appalling, but I would also like to point out that barbaric, government-run extermination of human beings is rampant in this very home of the brave. It has actually been growing almost exponently since the late seventies. Since then, US authorities have butchered in excess of 850 individuals, using such savage instruments as electric chairs, gas chambers, poison, hanging ropes, and firing squads.
What happened to the "inalianable right to life"?
Wednesday, May 7, 2003
I'm getting my bike today! I'm getting my bike today!
I feel like a little kid. I haven't had a bike since I was fifteen.Which would explain why I said to the salesman: "You only got this in girlie-red color?" I got this quite perplexed look from the guy, plus a calm explanation, the kind you give to a kid, of why this is a perfectly good color for a man's bike. The first calm explanation I've received in years.
I didn't really figure out where this animosity against having a red bike came from, until I was driving back home from placing the order. But then I remembered, for the briefest moment, what it was like to be fifteen.
And I smiled.
I feel like a little kid. I haven't had a bike since I was fifteen.Which would explain why I said to the salesman: "You only got this in girlie-red color?" I got this quite perplexed look from the guy, plus a calm explanation, the kind you give to a kid, of why this is a perfectly good color for a man's bike. The first calm explanation I've received in years.
I didn't really figure out where this animosity against having a red bike came from, until I was driving back home from placing the order. But then I remembered, for the briefest moment, what it was like to be fifteen.
And I smiled.
Monday, May 5, 2003
Back home. Which is good. I missed my wife like crazy during this last week. She may be undergoing a change, due to alterations in her hormone levels, caused by the pregnancy. But I am changing too. In some weird ways.
I've always missed my wife when I'm away from her. But this time, it's different. It doesn't just feel uncomfortable. It really hurts. It's akin to having this tight knot in your stomach. Constantly. Not good. I just want to be there all the time. Protecting her. And our baby. Somehow. Tell me this isn't some damned hormones.
And it's spreading. Into other areas of my life. For example this headache with the car. You would think that I would be looking at buying something really cool. Since I need to buy another car anyway. Right? Wrong. All I can think about is reliability. And security. Dependability. Sensibility. 'How many airbags does it have?' 'Does it do well in crash tests?'. I've actually heard myself asking 'How many miles does it get to the gallon?'
Heeeeelp!
I've always missed my wife when I'm away from her. But this time, it's different. It doesn't just feel uncomfortable. It really hurts. It's akin to having this tight knot in your stomach. Constantly. Not good. I just want to be there all the time. Protecting her. And our baby. Somehow. Tell me this isn't some damned hormones.
And it's spreading. Into other areas of my life. For example this headache with the car. You would think that I would be looking at buying something really cool. Since I need to buy another car anyway. Right? Wrong. All I can think about is reliability. And security. Dependability. Sensibility. 'How many airbags does it have?' 'Does it do well in crash tests?'. I've actually heard myself asking 'How many miles does it get to the gallon?'
Heeeeelp!
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