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So I hosted a party last night. I have soooo much fun being a host. I spent the afternoon cleaning the house, making beds, and preparing the garage. Ashley and her friend Liz, Matt and Justin, my buddy Ric, and my cousins Danielle and Ryan were all there, which is a good sized party. We went to the Ram first, which is always fun. Then back to my place. Had my music set up, a full bar (full and then some, I'd guess $400 worth of boozahol, mixers, and beer), chairs, a fire outside, it was uber fun (and thanks, genicon, for introducing me to Frangelico, of which I purchased a fifth that was much enjoyed). I think everyone had a good time. Oh, and lemerde, a new way to drink te-kill-ya, from Justin who claims its European: cinnamon instead of salt, orange instead of lime, take it like you would a regular tequila shooter, its unbelievably good.
I finished my last week of construction work in Medford. Which makes me unemployed again. I'm thinking of filing for unemployment for the next month or so between jobs. Has anyone ever done that? I'm not so worried about jobs as I was a week ago. I found three jobs to apply for, one working with foxes on California's Channel Islands, a entry-level, train-as-you-go Park Ranger position for Washington State Parks, and a job at Lake Havasu in Arizona looking at wilderness boundaries and the like. Its like jobs all the sudden started opening up. I'm actually kinda excited to tone up my resume and start sending it out again this week.
Things are going great with the girl. I'm going to bring up the issue of exclusivity (which I feel defines a relationship in todays world) with her tonite, I think. We're going to watch Crash, which I am SOOOO looking forward to. I hope I haven't built it up too much in my mind.
I'm watching Carnivale and Loving it. Thanks retronami for encouraging me to watch it, you were right, I like it. Mmmm. I've gotta get two new tires for my car tomorrow, another $150 down the toilet. Stoopid cars. I finished up rereading Pastwatch, god what a good book, and have moved on (and yes, up) to Margaret Atwood's Handmaid's Tale. Her writing reminds me a lot of Barbara Kingsolver, that being beautiful stories, yes, but the way they use words is so stunning, that I find myself rereading parts or sentences or paragraphs over and over and over. They capture me. Thanks felinefury for recommending (and loaning) this book, its stupendous. I have the best best friends that could ever be. Ok, I'd better finish my Carnivale and take a nap and a shower before I see Ashley tonite, so I'm over.
"We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.
Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it. There were stories in the newspapers, of course, corpses in ditches or the woods, bludgeoned to death or mutilated, interfered with, as they used to say, but they were about other women, and the men who did such things were other men. None of them were the men we knew. The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives.
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between stories."
~Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
So I hosted a party last night. I have soooo much fun being a host. I spent the afternoon cleaning the house, making beds, and preparing the garage. Ashley and her friend Liz, Matt and Justin, my buddy Ric, and my cousins Danielle and Ryan were all there, which is a good sized party. We went to the Ram first, which is always fun. Then back to my place. Had my music set up, a full bar (full and then some, I'd guess $400 worth of boozahol, mixers, and beer), chairs, a fire outside, it was uber fun (and thanks, genicon, for introducing me to Frangelico, of which I purchased a fifth that was much enjoyed). I think everyone had a good time. Oh, and lemerde, a new way to drink te-kill-ya, from Justin who claims its European: cinnamon instead of salt, orange instead of lime, take it like you would a regular tequila shooter, its unbelievably good.
I finished my last week of construction work in Medford. Which makes me unemployed again. I'm thinking of filing for unemployment for the next month or so between jobs. Has anyone ever done that? I'm not so worried about jobs as I was a week ago. I found three jobs to apply for, one working with foxes on California's Channel Islands, a entry-level, train-as-you-go Park Ranger position for Washington State Parks, and a job at Lake Havasu in Arizona looking at wilderness boundaries and the like. Its like jobs all the sudden started opening up. I'm actually kinda excited to tone up my resume and start sending it out again this week.
Things are going great with the girl. I'm going to bring up the issue of exclusivity (which I feel defines a relationship in todays world) with her tonite, I think. We're going to watch Crash, which I am SOOOO looking forward to. I hope I haven't built it up too much in my mind.
I'm watching Carnivale and Loving it. Thanks retronami for encouraging me to watch it, you were right, I like it. Mmmm. I've gotta get two new tires for my car tomorrow, another $150 down the toilet. Stoopid cars. I finished up rereading Pastwatch, god what a good book, and have moved on (and yes, up) to Margaret Atwood's Handmaid's Tale. Her writing reminds me a lot of Barbara Kingsolver, that being beautiful stories, yes, but the way they use words is so stunning, that I find myself rereading parts or sentences or paragraphs over and over and over. They capture me. Thanks felinefury for recommending (and loaning) this book, its stupendous. I have the best best friends that could ever be. Ok, I'd better finish my Carnivale and take a nap and a shower before I see Ashley tonite, so I'm over.
"We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.
Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it. There were stories in the newspapers, of course, corpses in ditches or the woods, bludgeoned to death or mutilated, interfered with, as they used to say, but they were about other women, and the men who did such things were other men. None of them were the men we knew. The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives.
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between stories."
~Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale