Oct 11, 2009 22:54
Last weekend's trip to the Sivinanda Yoga Ranch for an introduction to permaculture was amazing. As a result, I'm really--extra and especially--revved up about growing food in/on/and around my apartment. I've been eyeballing the empty lot across the street for awhile now... can I take it over for a community garden? Should I bother asking? Maybe I just start guerilla gardening by throwing seeds over the fence. It was also nice making a few more like-minded friends. An old kickball pal/fellow City Harvest vol. came with and brought two of her friends. They're all very involved in the Jewish community (particularly kids' summer camps) and seem to have some connections that could make things happen. Permaculture, urban gardening, community building... I'm starting to sound like an Obama!
The week of work was balls to the wall as usual. I came back from vacation to find that I have extra reception duty, which was not cool. I started a stink that I want more notice and consultation of my schedule, rather than simply being told. It worked, to a degree. I stopped feeling set up for failure and overwhelmed with it all when I got a call from a headhunter on Thursday, then met with him on Friday. It was an out of the blue call based off of an old resume--I wasn't planning on actively pursuing another job until I passed one more licensing exam. I'm not getting my hopes up, but it IS an excellent sign: firms are hiring. It'd be nice to work for a place that expands its back office as its AUM grows. More money and more respect would be aces too.
And on the guy front, S is pretty darn great. I saw him Monday for a short notice lecture on roof gardening in Greenpoint, then we had another cook-in/sleep-over on Friday. I supremely respect this person. Besides the millions of things we have in common (diet, no-tv, ethics, values, love of nature, broad cultural interests...), he's an excellent communicator/listener and emotionally brave. In terms of dating (I don't want to slight old friends, who certainly "get" me), it's as though I've been speaking my language to those who don't understand it, and then this guy wanders up and SPEAKS MY LANGUAGE, dialect and everything. I didn't realize how alone I had been in my thoughts until someone, by sharing their thoughts, validated my own. This might be the first time in years that I'm spooked. Is this real? Yes, this is real. Wake up and pay attention.
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