Ahh, February
I woke up this morning in an inexplicably excellent mood, and on my drive to work (fueled by thin, bright winter sunlight and Belle and Sebastian) I came to the conclusion that I really want to have more old friends in my life, by which I mean retired people, though friends of long standing are, of course, nothing to scoff at. Going with Kathryn to her Morris dancing practice put that seed in my mind, I think; it was really refreshing to be hanging out with a bunch of middle-aged women with gray hair, big glasses, and sweatpants, having a beer with the accordion player in a middle school gym in suburban Maryland, in the same way it used to be refreshing working at the Early Childhood Center at Sarah Lawrence, before changing diapers became my full time job. I feel like I'm on the verge of losing some necessary perspective, surrounded constantly by post-collegiate folks working sort of similar segue jobs and trying to make art at the same time.
Since our weekend in New York, I've also been feeling I need more knishes in my life, so I either need to figure out how to make them or somehow befriend the woman at Yonah Schimmel's, which would actually kill two birds with one stone. Or maybe I just need to quit my job and find something more inspiring to do; I don't know.
Also, what about oxen? What exactly are they, and are they still around? I mean, female oxen aren't cows, are they? And are cops required by law not to have beards, or is it a collective personal choice they've all made?
Kathryn is feeling very depressed tonight about her sour job prospects, and this in turn is making me uneasy and cigarette-craving. I wish we had more money and more time to do trust-fun things like drive around the country and rent out warehouse spaces in which to produce exciting collaborative art. My sister got her scholarship, which means her Master's at Cambridge is paid for. Why can't I use our genetic commonalities to stumble upon something similar? Maybe I need to use my internet time more productively.
Since our weekend in New York, I've also been feeling I need more knishes in my life, so I either need to figure out how to make them or somehow befriend the woman at Yonah Schimmel's, which would actually kill two birds with one stone. Or maybe I just need to quit my job and find something more inspiring to do; I don't know.
Also, what about oxen? What exactly are they, and are they still around? I mean, female oxen aren't cows, are they? And are cops required by law not to have beards, or is it a collective personal choice they've all made?
Kathryn is feeling very depressed tonight about her sour job prospects, and this in turn is making me uneasy and cigarette-craving. I wish we had more money and more time to do trust-fun things like drive around the country and rent out warehouse spaces in which to produce exciting collaborative art. My sister got her scholarship, which means her Master's at Cambridge is paid for. Why can't I use our genetic commonalities to stumble upon something similar? Maybe I need to use my internet time more productively.