Zoka time...
Hello, blog!
I'm sitting at Zoka's because, although always crowded, it's still my favorite coffee shop in Seattle. Brain is high and chatty on the bucket of green tea I just drank, so here's the spill-over:
Jobs. Yah. It's the usual: I have all sorts of wild ideas and fantasies. Move to the Bay Area and join Kitka in the summer! Go teach English in Bulgaria for a month (or longer)! Those are very serious considerations. But what do I really do? A friend sets me up for an interview at his company (which is, of course, another software services provider), I talk to the marketing VP and we get all excited about Web sites and SharePoint and publishing processes and how to use social networking tricks on a corporate intranet, and, well, I'm pretty sure I'll get an offer from them, which I'll probably take. Because I'm a dreamer, but a realist. I need to pay off student loans. I still have a credit card balance. And, damn it, I just like the stability of a regular cushy paycheck. I'm a sucker for paychecks.
Dating. Don't even talk to me. I'm done with dating. The last guy I met from online (ok, the second-to-last guy) made such a fuss after I said "let's just be friends" (which he eventually tried to "take back", but how do you take that back?), that I didn't even have the nerve to then say, "forget it, let's not be friends." I'm doing the usual and hoping he'll get the hint from me not calling/e-mailing him back. The last guy is actually fantastic, and mature, and will be great as a friend, and I can tell that it's ok if love doesn't hit me over the head with him. Which hasn't happened yet, and I'm not holding my breath.
Past participles. Sigh. Are they dying? Are they leaving us forever? I'm still fighting the "you and I" syndrome and will cough "me! me!" when someone forgets their prepositional/objective case rules, but... maybe my cause is misplaces. More and more I'm hearing stuff like "I should have went there" in casual conversation. A friend recently asked me (and a brilliant, educated friend, no less), "for how long have you sang?" Wow. Doesn't that sound just hideously wrong to people...? Or is that just how language evolves? No more past participles. No more objective case pronouns. So sad...
Bad grammar abounds in pop music. ("When you cheated, girl/my heart bleeded, girl..."). Maybe I need to write a song?
Sing sang sung
Swim swam swum
Do did done
Go went gone
Stand stood stood
Put put put (I love that; it's what my dad's students called "the chicken verb")
I'm sitting at Zoka's because, although always crowded, it's still my favorite coffee shop in Seattle. Brain is high and chatty on the bucket of green tea I just drank, so here's the spill-over:
Jobs. Yah. It's the usual: I have all sorts of wild ideas and fantasies. Move to the Bay Area and join Kitka in the summer! Go teach English in Bulgaria for a month (or longer)! Those are very serious considerations. But what do I really do? A friend sets me up for an interview at his company (which is, of course, another software services provider), I talk to the marketing VP and we get all excited about Web sites and SharePoint and publishing processes and how to use social networking tricks on a corporate intranet, and, well, I'm pretty sure I'll get an offer from them, which I'll probably take. Because I'm a dreamer, but a realist. I need to pay off student loans. I still have a credit card balance. And, damn it, I just like the stability of a regular cushy paycheck. I'm a sucker for paychecks.
Dating. Don't even talk to me. I'm done with dating. The last guy I met from online (ok, the second-to-last guy) made such a fuss after I said "let's just be friends" (which he eventually tried to "take back", but how do you take that back?), that I didn't even have the nerve to then say, "forget it, let's not be friends." I'm doing the usual and hoping he'll get the hint from me not calling/e-mailing him back. The last guy is actually fantastic, and mature, and will be great as a friend, and I can tell that it's ok if love doesn't hit me over the head with him. Which hasn't happened yet, and I'm not holding my breath.
Past participles. Sigh. Are they dying? Are they leaving us forever? I'm still fighting the "you and I" syndrome and will cough "me! me!" when someone forgets their prepositional/objective case rules, but... maybe my cause is misplaces. More and more I'm hearing stuff like "I should have went there" in casual conversation. A friend recently asked me (and a brilliant, educated friend, no less), "for how long have you sang?" Wow. Doesn't that sound just hideously wrong to people...? Or is that just how language evolves? No more past participles. No more objective case pronouns. So sad...
Bad grammar abounds in pop music. ("When you cheated, girl/my heart bleeded, girl..."). Maybe I need to write a song?
Sing sang sung
Swim swam swum
Do did done
Go went gone
Stand stood stood
Put put put (I love that; it's what my dad's students called "the chicken verb")