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Oof. There is nothing like attending a seminar on Passion in the Workplace* and then reading friends of friends' fabulously interesting LJ's to make me feel like I'm wasting my life. (Hi, seltsame - I saw your post on knitting.
Actually, I *am* wasting my life. I should be working. I shouldn't be sitting in my office reading LJ all day ...
I think I'd like to throw a Hanukkah party. Last year I threw a pretty sedate one for the Jews I know in Albuquerque, all of whom are at least 10 years older than me. This year I'd like to throw ... not a rager, exactly, because I don't want people to trash my place, but a pretty good party with alcohol and music and mingling and people from different milieus meeting each other. I'm not sure I know the right kind of people. There would be nothing more depressing than trying to throw a really good party and having no one show up. And I don't know that all my friends would enjoy that kind of party. Nor do I want to spend a ton. Any suggestions?
Tonight: to exercise, or to make dinner and invite the boy over? I'm leaning towards the latter, but it's an unfortunate fact that I've been sitting around like a bump on a log all week. On the other hand, I'm going out every night this weekend and it does no one any good for all my fresh-bought ingredients to languish unused in the fridge. Grr. This will all be easier when my walking partner returns from Hawaii.
Too many things, not enough time. There should be a theme song for that.
* Passion in the Workplace. OK, I'm occasionally a sucker for self-help type things, especially when they're a) free and b) feed you lunch. In this case, I spent most of the time enjoying my taco-thing, and the rest singing songs from musicals in my head. I couldn't help it - they kept getting triggered. One of the speakers talked about wanting to be a ballerina, and I sang,
Up a steep and very narrow staircase
To a voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow staircase
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
But it was home.
Then they talked about needing to take responsiblity for achieving goals, and I sang,
We can do it! We can do it!
We can do it, me and you!
We can do it! We can do it!
We can make our dreams come true!
Finally, they talked about seizing the moment and how now is the time, and I sang,
No day but today!
(I don't actually know any more words to this.)
I know a lot of songs. I should find some way to leverage this talent. Actually, I wonder what I could be doing with my life if all that space in my head wasn't being taken up by obscure song references. Follow your bliss and all that jazz (oh no! it's another musicals song reference!). Well, props to you if you can name all the musicals referenced herein (shouldn't be that hard for the true fanatics^H^H^H devotees).
Actually, I *am* wasting my life. I should be working. I shouldn't be sitting in my office reading LJ all day ...
I think I'd like to throw a Hanukkah party. Last year I threw a pretty sedate one for the Jews I know in Albuquerque, all of whom are at least 10 years older than me. This year I'd like to throw ... not a rager, exactly, because I don't want people to trash my place, but a pretty good party with alcohol and music and mingling and people from different milieus meeting each other. I'm not sure I know the right kind of people. There would be nothing more depressing than trying to throw a really good party and having no one show up. And I don't know that all my friends would enjoy that kind of party. Nor do I want to spend a ton. Any suggestions?
Tonight: to exercise, or to make dinner and invite the boy over? I'm leaning towards the latter, but it's an unfortunate fact that I've been sitting around like a bump on a log all week. On the other hand, I'm going out every night this weekend and it does no one any good for all my fresh-bought ingredients to languish unused in the fridge. Grr. This will all be easier when my walking partner returns from Hawaii.
Too many things, not enough time. There should be a theme song for that.
* Passion in the Workplace. OK, I'm occasionally a sucker for self-help type things, especially when they're a) free and b) feed you lunch. In this case, I spent most of the time enjoying my taco-thing, and the rest singing songs from musicals in my head. I couldn't help it - they kept getting triggered. One of the speakers talked about wanting to be a ballerina, and I sang,
Up a steep and very narrow staircase
To a voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow staircase
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
But it was home.
Then they talked about needing to take responsiblity for achieving goals, and I sang,
We can do it! We can do it!
We can do it, me and you!
We can do it! We can do it!
We can make our dreams come true!
Finally, they talked about seizing the moment and how now is the time, and I sang,
No day but today!
(I don't actually know any more words to this.)
I know a lot of songs. I should find some way to leverage this talent. Actually, I wonder what I could be doing with my life if all that space in my head wasn't being taken up by obscure song references. Follow your bliss and all that jazz (oh no! it's another musicals song reference!). Well, props to you if you can name all the musicals referenced herein (shouldn't be that hard for the true fanatics^H^H^H devotees).