Then what?
So. Today at the starbucks where i work I found out a writing group I was thinking of joining wasnt gonna be meeting afterall. And I get all these thoughts in my head as to why- but they dont matter. Writing in this particular group isnt going to be, but there will probably be others. I went the rest of my shift trying to weigh starbucks against Time Warner. I want to stay, because I enjoy the company. Today I saw this cool little flier letting us know theyve set up something with sketchers so we can get work wear shoes on the cheap-esque because we have to stand up all the time and serve coffee. Now, I dont know all the corporate nifties behind any of it. I dont know if theres something to be had by the offering. Even if its the word of mouth Im spilling right now, but it seems like a pretty nice gesture. It also feels like I keep seeing that kinda thing out of the company, and that impresses me. It impresses me enough to want to contribute to them, so that they might contribute for you. But I cant go to it, I cant go to Seattle to be there, and I cant make it here waiting on a barista's pay. I have too much to get done. So how do i balance the waiting with the wanting.
In one of the many out-voiced bulliten thingies I found out our dishwasher stopped working tonight, did a little research but i dont think its anything Im gonna be able to get to tonight. or tomorrow. the week passes so quickly. It didnt even occur to me that I'm all being of the landlordy ways. Im not even sure I care now that im reflecting on it, but it does feel cool. I like taking care of stuff. I dont have alot of experience with it.
Did you know the tv rating for Opera is G? G. Good for everybody. My 4 year old could watch (read: listen) to all the opera she wanted to unless i took extra measures to protect her. And thats small I guess until you start listening to opera. Theyre talking about death. Theyre talking about death and life and murder, and sex, and crime and insomnia and pain and love and their singing it as loud as they damned well please; the only reason it's general audience, is because we dont understand it. Maybe. but i think that maybe opera is G all over the place. In Italy, in Germany, in Spain- they might not give a crap either. Maybe they dont have to care, because anybody impressionable to be swayed by the music (in general) is stealing rap instead. Maybe they dont need to lock down opera, because nobody's listening anyway. and maybe the best place to hide your secrets from youth *is* in books, and maybe we *are* just media whores, swallowing whatever were fed and spewing it up as truth on command. Maybe we should take a better look at what that kind of thing says for a people. Or maybe I shouldnt have bought that case of Starbucks Doubleshot(r).
In one of the many out-voiced bulliten thingies I found out our dishwasher stopped working tonight, did a little research but i dont think its anything Im gonna be able to get to tonight. or tomorrow. the week passes so quickly. It didnt even occur to me that I'm all being of the landlordy ways. Im not even sure I care now that im reflecting on it, but it does feel cool. I like taking care of stuff. I dont have alot of experience with it.
Did you know the tv rating for Opera is G? G. Good for everybody. My 4 year old could watch (read: listen) to all the opera she wanted to unless i took extra measures to protect her. And thats small I guess until you start listening to opera. Theyre talking about death. Theyre talking about death and life and murder, and sex, and crime and insomnia and pain and love and their singing it as loud as they damned well please; the only reason it's general audience, is because we dont understand it. Maybe. but i think that maybe opera is G all over the place. In Italy, in Germany, in Spain- they might not give a crap either. Maybe they dont have to care, because anybody impressionable to be swayed by the music (in general) is stealing rap instead. Maybe they dont need to lock down opera, because nobody's listening anyway. and maybe the best place to hide your secrets from youth *is* in books, and maybe we *are* just media whores, swallowing whatever were fed and spewing it up as truth on command. Maybe we should take a better look at what that kind of thing says for a people. Or maybe I shouldnt have bought that case of Starbucks Doubleshot(r).