In celebration of Earth Day, I'm taking a "Last chance, ski bum dance" hiatus.
Let's be honest, my life is boring. Why waste the electricity to tell you about it?
I'll let you know when something of interest happens.
Questions? Pick up the phone and give me a call.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Mixed Emo's
Here are a few of the current mixed emotions that Kirforce is confronting.
Dread/Excitement: Tomorrow we dissect rats in biology. What? Biology. Rats...that are dead. Scissors. Identifying internal organs. Woah. Did not know I was getting myself into this. Next week? Human cadaver. Um excuse me? I have never even seen a surgery. Queasy factor of one billion. But I'm almost dreading this dissection more than next week's viewing. I had the best pet rats in high school, no joke. Hot and Sexy were their names. Those tender little gals always hold a special place in my heart. Apologies in advance.
Slacker/Overachiever: I keep reminding myself that these are just prerequisite courses, and this is the formula: B- = credit. The same thing happened during my semester abroad. Grades didn't transfer. In both situations, I'm struggling to embrace this freedom.
Foodie/junkie: I dance a thin line between being a decent cook or a disgusting glutton. I finished Julie and Julia on CD (the only positive thing that happens while I make the trek down to Hailey for class), so I'm inspired to get cookin'. Last night I burnt rice. Huge failure. Tonight I think I might have taken a step in the right direction. Will get back to you on that one.
Fight/Flight: I am so blessed. So undeservedly blessed. I'm not a religious person, but "fortunate" and "lucky" don't adequately describe my emotions. I have an amazing family. I have an amazing step-family. I have amazing friends. I get to be selfish. I get to do what I want. I have my health. The incredibly undeservedly unfair situations that others are subjected to tears at my heart. After Julie and Julia finished, I popped in It's Not About the Bike. Say what you want about Lance Armstrong's personal life, but his message (in this book at least) is so good (so far). Embrace life. Don't take it for granted. Make a difference. And don't forget to share your passion with others. For those we've lost, and those we're fighting for, LIVESTRONG, in the most literal, trademark-free sense. Hugs hugs hugs times infinity.
Bitter/sweet: Tomorrow is my last Wednesday on the snow. Saturday is the grand finale of my season. It's been warm, and there's rain in the forecast. Despite my bitterness about not getting to ski more, I've had a sweet time ski bumming. Let's dance, the last dance (replace "love" with "skiing"). Looking forward to Act Two.
Cast your votes. Here are the contenders.
1. Last chance, river dance (Irish or water connotation)
2. Last chance, Sawtooth Forest prance
3. Last chance, marathon training advance
4. Last chance, eco-friendly seance (not really a last chance)
5. Last chance, travel the expanse
6. Last chance, write-in
Dread/Excitement: Tomorrow we dissect rats in biology. What? Biology. Rats...that are dead. Scissors. Identifying internal organs. Woah. Did not know I was getting myself into this. Next week? Human cadaver. Um excuse me? I have never even seen a surgery. Queasy factor of one billion. But I'm almost dreading this dissection more than next week's viewing. I had the best pet rats in high school, no joke. Hot and Sexy were their names. Those tender little gals always hold a special place in my heart. Apologies in advance.
Slacker/Overachiever: I keep reminding myself that these are just prerequisite courses, and this is the formula: B- = credit. The same thing happened during my semester abroad. Grades didn't transfer. In both situations, I'm struggling to embrace this freedom.
Foodie/junkie: I dance a thin line between being a decent cook or a disgusting glutton. I finished Julie and Julia on CD (the only positive thing that happens while I make the trek down to Hailey for class), so I'm inspired to get cookin'. Last night I burnt rice. Huge failure. Tonight I think I might have taken a step in the right direction. Will get back to you on that one.
Fight/Flight: I am so blessed. So undeservedly blessed. I'm not a religious person, but "fortunate" and "lucky" don't adequately describe my emotions. I have an amazing family. I have an amazing step-family. I have amazing friends. I get to be selfish. I get to do what I want. I have my health. The incredibly undeservedly unfair situations that others are subjected to tears at my heart. After Julie and Julia finished, I popped in It's Not About the Bike. Say what you want about Lance Armstrong's personal life, but his message (in this book at least) is so good (so far). Embrace life. Don't take it for granted. Make a difference. And don't forget to share your passion with others. For those we've lost, and those we're fighting for, LIVESTRONG, in the most literal, trademark-free sense. Hugs hugs hugs times infinity.
Bitter/sweet: Tomorrow is my last Wednesday on the snow. Saturday is the grand finale of my season. It's been warm, and there's rain in the forecast. Despite my bitterness about not getting to ski more, I've had a sweet time ski bumming. Let's dance, the last dance (replace "love" with "skiing"). Looking forward to Act Two.
Cast your votes. Here are the contenders.
1. Last chance, river dance (Irish or water connotation)
2. Last chance, Sawtooth Forest prance
3. Last chance, marathon training advance
4. Last chance, eco-friendly seance (not really a last chance)
5. Last chance, travel the expanse
6. Last chance, write-in
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Timing is Everything
I've never made a fashionable entrance, but I am usually late. Not notoriously, like a couple Santa Clara friends (love you guys), but it has definitely turned into a bad (and disrespectful) habit.
Today, I rolled into class ten minutes late. Not that it mattered because the only thing I did during the period was my homework for the week. Yesterday, I missed the championship game tip-off because I was cleaning up Sage Haven. The day before, I was tardy to Easter dinner at the extended family's place. And the day before that I got on the chairlift an hour after I planned to be there.
I've got to pull myself together because I don't think grad school is an appropriate place to continue this trend, as illustrated by an incident at NYU's business school. But it's hard to stress out about timing in this laid-back lifestyle.
As I dart to missed appointments, I can't help feeling like there is just not enough time in the day to get it all done. I worry that if I'm feeling this way now, how am I going to get through school? And how am I going to achieve everything I want to in my career and life? An eerie voice echoes in my head: "Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives." Replace the uplifting music with something more like this.
But really, timing is everything. Being in the right place at the right time was how I landed my job at Sunset. While watching the NCAA championship yesterday, a Butler fan observed that the game would come down to who had the ball in the last seconds. (Luck or skill, Duke still won!)
What if I missed the clean energy boat? Who knows what will happen in three years? Copenhagen stole my idea of distributing renewable energy resources to developing countries. Hopefully it is still going strong in 2013... 2013! I can't predict what tomorrow will be like, much less a thousand tomorrows from now.
All I can do is try to prepare myself for anything. And be on time. Until then, I'll enjoy this late winter weather. Last chance, ski bum dance!
Today, I rolled into class ten minutes late. Not that it mattered because the only thing I did during the period was my homework for the week. Yesterday, I missed the championship game tip-off because I was cleaning up Sage Haven. The day before, I was tardy to Easter dinner at the extended family's place. And the day before that I got on the chairlift an hour after I planned to be there.
I've got to pull myself together because I don't think grad school is an appropriate place to continue this trend, as illustrated by an incident at NYU's business school. But it's hard to stress out about timing in this laid-back lifestyle.
As I dart to missed appointments, I can't help feeling like there is just not enough time in the day to get it all done. I worry that if I'm feeling this way now, how am I going to get through school? And how am I going to achieve everything I want to in my career and life? An eerie voice echoes in my head: "Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives." Replace the uplifting music with something more like this.
But really, timing is everything. Being in the right place at the right time was how I landed my job at Sunset. While watching the NCAA championship yesterday, a Butler fan observed that the game would come down to who had the ball in the last seconds. (Luck or skill, Duke still won!)
What if I missed the clean energy boat? Who knows what will happen in three years? Copenhagen stole my idea of distributing renewable energy resources to developing countries. Hopefully it is still going strong in 2013... 2013! I can't predict what tomorrow will be like, much less a thousand tomorrows from now.
All I can do is try to prepare myself for anything. And be on time. Until then, I'll enjoy this late winter weather. Last chance, ski bum dance!
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