Crooked French Canadian
Connections bring me such joy. For the past few weeks, I went through a broken period. I felt out of sync. Lost my way: someway, somehow. The stars were no longer lining up.
I no longer work for the Merrimack School. I was not offered a contract, and didn't bother to ask why. I took all the experiences and left.
So yeah, I am now working for my old boss at the Dorhety Middle School. Great gig. Students are fun and so open to change, to grow. I can taste hope again.
Here is my connection that lets me know I'm on path again. Well, three actually.
Last week my kids were working on a science unit that deal with the atmosphere, and a large part on how carbon dioxide is a greenhouse gas that might cause climate changes. Then, I drive down to Atlantic City and Penn with Dave Forney. Turns out, he's changed engineering tracks a bit, and is working on carbon burial. It sort of connected, but it's tricky to have any sense near casinos.
Driving back to Mass, we were dancing across the radio dial. In between football and baseball games, we caught some NPR. And a segment comes on focusing on the methane produced in anaerobic conditions in rice fields. So, Dave and I start having a chat about how hard it is to judge whether carbon dioxide or methane is to atmosphere change. Methane has 20 times the ability to trap heat, but the levels for carbon dioxide creation and emission would create a greater impact on the atmosphere. What luck to be driving up the coast with someone who is going to work on climate management via carbon dioxide management when a radio program about methane gas happens, just a few days after I got a brush up on greenhouse gasses.
Yeah. Definitely a sign life is lining up and giving me a thumbs up. If I wasn't at my new job, it wouldn't have lined up so well. If I blew off the trip to AC, I wouldn't of heard the broadcast, never mind not learn of Dave's new academic focus.
Anyhoo, back to the vice. Azeroth here I come...
I no longer work for the Merrimack School. I was not offered a contract, and didn't bother to ask why. I took all the experiences and left.
So yeah, I am now working for my old boss at the Dorhety Middle School. Great gig. Students are fun and so open to change, to grow. I can taste hope again.
Here is my connection that lets me know I'm on path again. Well, three actually.
Last week my kids were working on a science unit that deal with the atmosphere, and a large part on how carbon dioxide is a greenhouse gas that might cause climate changes. Then, I drive down to Atlantic City and Penn with Dave Forney. Turns out, he's changed engineering tracks a bit, and is working on carbon burial. It sort of connected, but it's tricky to have any sense near casinos.
Driving back to Mass, we were dancing across the radio dial. In between football and baseball games, we caught some NPR. And a segment comes on focusing on the methane produced in anaerobic conditions in rice fields. So, Dave and I start having a chat about how hard it is to judge whether carbon dioxide or methane is to atmosphere change. Methane has 20 times the ability to trap heat, but the levels for carbon dioxide creation and emission would create a greater impact on the atmosphere. What luck to be driving up the coast with someone who is going to work on climate management via carbon dioxide management when a radio program about methane gas happens, just a few days after I got a brush up on greenhouse gasses.
Yeah. Definitely a sign life is lining up and giving me a thumbs up. If I wasn't at my new job, it wouldn't have lined up so well. If I blew off the trip to AC, I wouldn't of heard the broadcast, never mind not learn of Dave's new academic focus.
Anyhoo, back to the vice. Azeroth here I come...