Just when you thought I fell through a worm hole in the library…
The semester put up a good fight, but in the end, after an unnecessarily brutal thrashing, I took it to its grave.
Here lies Spring 2008. January – May. Laid to rest next to its predecessor, Fall 2007, who incidentally did not put up quite the fight in being vanquished.
So that in mind, training for Fall 2008 has already started, which I hear makes Spring 2008 look like an 11 year old boy who can’t punch his way out of a wet paper bag.
This should make things interesting.
Teaching has been going great, its much nicer having a job that is both enjoyable and rewarding, and that you actually received extensive training to accomplish.
It makes you feel like your degree was worth something.
That and not being allowed to quit piano lessons upon reaching adolescents.
This fall promises to be a more ideal state of existing as both teacher and learner simultaneously, without the mode of being know as “pool serviceman.”
Oh the mere refreshment that thought entails.
Anyway, today has been a good day, most of it spent in the area where the new picture above was taken (Cooper St. in Arlington).
I could go on for hours about the symbology of such a picture, but it’s pretty self explanatory, and fits much better with the blog title (which Chelsea received 1000 cool points for knowing it came from a Porcupine Tree song title).
The genius of it was not immediately apparent to me when I took it (mainly because I was in moving traffic) but now looking at it up close it typifies, my life for the next 3 years (hopefully no more, possibly less).
So anyway, there you go.
Summer reading is now in full swing, as is Starbucks hopping, poolside napping, showering more than once a day, and the infamous third set during workouts.
Not to mention the revival of an almost dead social life.
I know you thought human contact was beyond me, I mean in many ways my robot heart cannot love, it can only devour highly technical books and the spit the contents back out in a slightly more understandable way, but surprisingly, I do actually strive for maintaining meaningful relationships.
I’ll leave with the take-a-way of a conversation with the infamous Brian Bain that took place over burritos (what else?) at FreeBirds.
In reference to a journal entry from that guy that died in a bus somewhere in Alaska (watch Into the Wild, or better yet, read the book as Brian would say) we both concurred that happiness to be complete must be shared.
I mean why else would I blog on here to who knows who actually reads this thing if it weren’t for the need to express what I think and experience in my life in a way that brings it to completion?
I think you get the point, I’ll go for brevity for once.
Bottom line, life is meant to be lived in community, specifically the community of believers that is the Body of Christ.
So happiness and joy are really not solitary events, completion arrives with sharing.
That in my mind, by next blog will probably go over all the shows I’ve gone to alone in the past 4 years.
Oh where to start…