Frustrated by a minor situation with a project I’m doing at school. This guy could give lessons in how not to do things. Lesson 1 – do not assign something to a middle man that you want to micromanage yourself. GRR. Anyway, usually I brush his idiosyncracies off but last night I slept very little,…
Category: Sixteen Tons
My Sons’ Hometown
Take a United States map. Place your index finger at the tip of Florida, and then, moving northerly and to the west, trace the Gulf-side border of the state. You’ll trail your pointer finger along a series of coastal cities: Naples, Cape Coral, Sarasota (a place to which I once seriously considered moving, before settling…
Trajectory
Do you ever feel like you’ve been gently, insistently redirected? Herded. Shepherded. There is a distinction, but in either case, direction from an outside source is implicit. A sheep-i-ness is implied. I have let the slings and arrows of daily existence make me go baaa. I sometimes feel my youth slipping away from me, which…
Cause for Pause
Our bowling work party is this weekend. First of all, more than half of the people who voted to go to this place are not coming. That means that more than half of the people who RSVPd with a "yes" to this party are folks who wanted an outdoor picnic, but got voted out by…
Protected: Work, and Other Lame Things
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