Huraño
Huraño is the Spanish word for 'aloof' or 'unsociable.' That's oo-RAH-nyo For example, the sentence, 'My brother is very unsociable,' would be, 'Mi hermano es muy huraño.' Likewise, 'My sister is very unsociable,' would be 'Mi hermana es muy huraña.' And that's it for today's lesson. Impress your friends.
A lot has happened this past week. It's mostly work-related, though, so I'm afraid it won't be terribly interesting to anybody else- primarily just to me. For example, I recently discovered that I got a raise back in October. It's only a 3.5% raise, which means little more, if any, than a cost-of-living pay increase, but it's a raise all the same, and I am happy to be earning more than I was previously. I still want to eventually get out of that place and see what else the state/region/time zone/country/world has to offer. And that brings me to my next bit of interesting news.
Scholastic wants to send me to the west coast. I was working like normal on Tuesday or Wednesday when Dewey approached me and asked if I was doing anything this January at around the 6th. Naturally, since I cannot see into the future, I said no. It probably wasn't a lie, though. Yes, Ian will be home from law school for winter break by then, but I doubt anything monumental would be happening. That's when Dewey told me that one of the Scholastic branches somewhere along the west coast will be switching their inventory management system from the old system to WMS, or whatever it's properly called. Basically, what I would be doing over there (wherever 'there' is) is going up in the order-pickers, applying bar code stickers (We call them license plate numbers or LPNs for short) to the boxes of books, and using the WMS program that I've already been using for a year to enter those items into the new inventory system. Simple, really. Scholastic will pay for my plane tickets, hotel room, and any other business-related expenses. I'm not worried about the professional aspect of things.
Two things worry me, though. #1. I've never been so cut off from everyone before. This will be the absolute first time that I'll be traveling outside my timezone. This will be the absolute first time that I'll be all on my own with literally nobody familiar within walking or driving distance. I know I go on and on sometimes about how I value peace & quiet and solitude. And I may have even said how I prefer silence and over-abundant me time, but, believe it or not, I do need the occasional shot in the arm that only a familiar face can provide. And that brings me to the second issue that bugs me. #2. I'm afraid that I'll revert back to my previous social self. As I said before, never have I been too far out of reach of someone I knew and trusted. I think that the furthest away from anyone I've ever been on my own was when I was ten or eleven attending Camp Johnsonburg for the weekend. I remember being terrified upon arriving even when I said that I wanted to go mere weeks earlier. Thanks to my years at Stockton, I've learned my way around a group of complete strangers. I haven't really had to use those skills for quite some time now. Now that I'll be thrown into the metaphorical social deep end with this trip to the west somewhere, I am just worried that I may appear, well, huraño. I remember all too well the kind of person that I used to be. Quiet, nerdy, maybe even a little stuck-up or snooty. Will I forget how to introduce myself and make meaningful connections with those people once I'm finally over there just because I'm far away from home? I hope not. It's not like my people skills evaporate the instant I cross an imaginary line that dictates our clocks. That jet-lag will suck, though.
I don't even know where I'll be going. As I hinted at earlier, I've got no idea which branch they'll be sending me to. It isn't some huge secret, either. My bosses don't know where I'm going, either, just yet. The head honcho on the floor, Bob, said that it could be as far north as Seattle or as far south as San Diego. I think I even heard him mention a branch near Las Vegas! Uh... that's a HUGE area of land between those three points. Secretly, I'm hoping to be sent to Seattle for obvious reasons (to me). It truly doesn't matter, anyway, though, because I may be my former super-reserved self once I meet those people in a land 3000 miles away from my own with nobody familiar. That's what social interaction is about, though, right? Communication is our friend. I cannot forget that. Maybe I'll leave that place, wherever it ends up being, as the most popular week-long employee that place ever had. Doubtful, but you never know.
As for my 2012 NaNoWriMo novel, it's coming along. I'm still two and a half days behind, but I am thankful for the weekends so I can get my fingers in high gear and just type. It is so incredibly hard to block out my inner editor. Whenever I get into the zone and type something in the present that could have an awesome pre-explanation in a passage two days in the past, I simply cannot win the fight against going back and adding it in. Then that leads to me wasting time fixing punctuation, spelling, and grammar errors, and I have to almost literally tear my hands from the keyboard and mouse to slap myself in the face and give myself a stern talking-to. I'm here to write, not to proofread. I'm here to bang out a somewhat coherent story, not to micromanage the logical order of events and development of the characters and plot/story. The novel, tentatively entitled Dream in Progress, deals with one man's personal conflict between dreams and reality- especially when both realms invade the other. Can dreams be treated as real? After all, we use our senses in the 'real world' just like our senses are 'fooled' into perceiving stimuli in a dream. I am reminded of the 'Imagination Land' trilogy of South Park. Was there really a leprechaun? Who knows. Does Imagination Land really exist? Our brains would say no, but if we can think of 'Love' and call it 'real,' then why can't Imagination Land? I will not venture into religion here, I will not. Nope, you can't make me. Just know that God is an idea in everyone's head. There, I said it. Oh yeah, the novel. It is 0617 on the 18 of November. I am supposed to be approaching 30,006 words today; I am currently sitting at 25,767 words. That's 2.5 days behind. Looks like I'll be writing all day today after I wake up in about 6 to 8 hours.
So that's it, really. A raise, a business trip in early January, and a rough draft in the works. I guess that really wasn't all that much. Oh well.
For this entry's question, I want you think of a psychological disorders. Imagine that you've just discovered one that was previously unknown. What are its symptoms? Who is affected and when does it reveal itself? What is its name? Provide as much detail as you like. For me, I think I would name my psychological disorder 'Psuedopsychedosis.' It can affect anybody over age 35 but only if they have never taken a psychedelic drug in their life. Somehow, the intoxicant acts as a type of vaccine to safeguard against the disorder. However, the affected individual only gets it once. The fake symptoms of this fake disease include temporary misperception of time and space, a faint 'buzzing' sensation throughout their body during the experience, enhanced appreciation for colors, music, and other stimuli, and random, often nonsensical thoughts and ideas. The symptoms last an hour at least and two hours at most. Fun? Yes? No? Tell me about your made-up brain disorder.
I can't wait for Thanksgiving!-
Bryan
A lot has happened this past week. It's mostly work-related, though, so I'm afraid it won't be terribly interesting to anybody else- primarily just to me. For example, I recently discovered that I got a raise back in October. It's only a 3.5% raise, which means little more, if any, than a cost-of-living pay increase, but it's a raise all the same, and I am happy to be earning more than I was previously. I still want to eventually get out of that place and see what else the state/region/time zone/country/world has to offer. And that brings me to my next bit of interesting news.
Scholastic wants to send me to the west coast. I was working like normal on Tuesday or Wednesday when Dewey approached me and asked if I was doing anything this January at around the 6th. Naturally, since I cannot see into the future, I said no. It probably wasn't a lie, though. Yes, Ian will be home from law school for winter break by then, but I doubt anything monumental would be happening. That's when Dewey told me that one of the Scholastic branches somewhere along the west coast will be switching their inventory management system from the old system to WMS, or whatever it's properly called. Basically, what I would be doing over there (wherever 'there' is) is going up in the order-pickers, applying bar code stickers (We call them license plate numbers or LPNs for short) to the boxes of books, and using the WMS program that I've already been using for a year to enter those items into the new inventory system. Simple, really. Scholastic will pay for my plane tickets, hotel room, and any other business-related expenses. I'm not worried about the professional aspect of things.
Two things worry me, though. #1. I've never been so cut off from everyone before. This will be the absolute first time that I'll be traveling outside my timezone. This will be the absolute first time that I'll be all on my own with literally nobody familiar within walking or driving distance. I know I go on and on sometimes about how I value peace & quiet and solitude. And I may have even said how I prefer silence and over-abundant me time, but, believe it or not, I do need the occasional shot in the arm that only a familiar face can provide. And that brings me to the second issue that bugs me. #2. I'm afraid that I'll revert back to my previous social self. As I said before, never have I been too far out of reach of someone I knew and trusted. I think that the furthest away from anyone I've ever been on my own was when I was ten or eleven attending Camp Johnsonburg for the weekend. I remember being terrified upon arriving even when I said that I wanted to go mere weeks earlier. Thanks to my years at Stockton, I've learned my way around a group of complete strangers. I haven't really had to use those skills for quite some time now. Now that I'll be thrown into the metaphorical social deep end with this trip to the west somewhere, I am just worried that I may appear, well, huraño. I remember all too well the kind of person that I used to be. Quiet, nerdy, maybe even a little stuck-up or snooty. Will I forget how to introduce myself and make meaningful connections with those people once I'm finally over there just because I'm far away from home? I hope not. It's not like my people skills evaporate the instant I cross an imaginary line that dictates our clocks. That jet-lag will suck, though.
I don't even know where I'll be going. As I hinted at earlier, I've got no idea which branch they'll be sending me to. It isn't some huge secret, either. My bosses don't know where I'm going, either, just yet. The head honcho on the floor, Bob, said that it could be as far north as Seattle or as far south as San Diego. I think I even heard him mention a branch near Las Vegas! Uh... that's a HUGE area of land between those three points. Secretly, I'm hoping to be sent to Seattle for obvious reasons (to me). It truly doesn't matter, anyway, though, because I may be my former super-reserved self once I meet those people in a land 3000 miles away from my own with nobody familiar. That's what social interaction is about, though, right? Communication is our friend. I cannot forget that. Maybe I'll leave that place, wherever it ends up being, as the most popular week-long employee that place ever had. Doubtful, but you never know.
As for my 2012 NaNoWriMo novel, it's coming along. I'm still two and a half days behind, but I am thankful for the weekends so I can get my fingers in high gear and just type. It is so incredibly hard to block out my inner editor. Whenever I get into the zone and type something in the present that could have an awesome pre-explanation in a passage two days in the past, I simply cannot win the fight against going back and adding it in. Then that leads to me wasting time fixing punctuation, spelling, and grammar errors, and I have to almost literally tear my hands from the keyboard and mouse to slap myself in the face and give myself a stern talking-to. I'm here to write, not to proofread. I'm here to bang out a somewhat coherent story, not to micromanage the logical order of events and development of the characters and plot/story. The novel, tentatively entitled Dream in Progress, deals with one man's personal conflict between dreams and reality- especially when both realms invade the other. Can dreams be treated as real? After all, we use our senses in the 'real world' just like our senses are 'fooled' into perceiving stimuli in a dream. I am reminded of the 'Imagination Land' trilogy of South Park. Was there really a leprechaun? Who knows. Does Imagination Land really exist? Our brains would say no, but if we can think of 'Love' and call it 'real,' then why can't Imagination Land? I will not venture into religion here, I will not. Nope, you can't make me. Just know that God is an idea in everyone's head. There, I said it. Oh yeah, the novel. It is 0617 on the 18 of November. I am supposed to be approaching 30,006 words today; I am currently sitting at 25,767 words. That's 2.5 days behind. Looks like I'll be writing all day today after I wake up in about 6 to 8 hours.
So that's it, really. A raise, a business trip in early January, and a rough draft in the works. I guess that really wasn't all that much. Oh well.
For this entry's question, I want you think of a psychological disorders. Imagine that you've just discovered one that was previously unknown. What are its symptoms? Who is affected and when does it reveal itself? What is its name? Provide as much detail as you like. For me, I think I would name my psychological disorder 'Psuedopsychedosis.' It can affect anybody over age 35 but only if they have never taken a psychedelic drug in their life. Somehow, the intoxicant acts as a type of vaccine to safeguard against the disorder. However, the affected individual only gets it once. The fake symptoms of this fake disease include temporary misperception of time and space, a faint 'buzzing' sensation throughout their body during the experience, enhanced appreciation for colors, music, and other stimuli, and random, often nonsensical thoughts and ideas. The symptoms last an hour at least and two hours at most. Fun? Yes? No? Tell me about your made-up brain disorder.
I can't wait for Thanksgiving!-
Bryan