Conclusions of the Week – Belated
Tuesday, February 16th, 2010Last week can be summed up thusly: Oh My!
I made quite a few changes last week. First, I started going in to work at a different time. It’s important to follow your own natural rhythms, so now I go to work early and leave early.
Also, I took a second job. I did that for two reasons: One, I wanted the extra money to pay off my car early. I really hate debt, and being locked into a car note for 5 years was making me anxious. Two, the second job is directly related to my future career. I’m doing things I was likely going to volunteer to do anyway. Now I can get paid and get the hours I need to apply to school.
So with all that happening, there were times I forgot to eat. Not eating enough is as bad for weight loss as eating too much, in the long run, so with my packed schedule, I have to be more proactive and diligent with my meals. I need to take some time and research good, healthy, meals on the go.
Finally, yesterday I bought some pants and today I put on some other pants that were hanging in my closet. They fit! Yes, I am now in the size 14s. Woohooo!
I am not ever going back.
Conclusions of the Week (1/30/10)
Saturday, January 30th, 2010- I so do not want to work in a traditional corporate environment! Right now, it doesn’t matter much because of my age, but in the long run, I am sure I’d be quite miserable. Even better, I think I’d like to work from home-ish, in the sense that I set my own hours or work in a place that is very flexible. Academia, you say? Maybe, but academia has its own set of problems and politics that I’m not sure I want to navigate. Actually, this realization more or less lines right up with what I ultimately want to do with my life and be known for (I won’t say it here just yet, because that goal is years and years off — 10, maybe 15 years in the future).
- If I am going to start writing, I have to do it now! I want to call myself a ‘writer’ so much, not for fame or anything like that, but because if I don’t write, my head is going to explode. I’d make music if I could, or paint, or sculpt, or dance, but those are not my mediums. Words and stories pound against the inside of my skull and they must get out! I’ve mentioned before that there is a block as solid as a brick wall preventing me from writing . . It’s gotten less solid over the past few weeks, but that’s taking too long. I’ve been telling myself that I just don’t know quite enough about the craft, but that’s BS. I can learn the technical stuff as I go along and hone my voice. In fact, that’s how I learn just about everything else, why should this be any different? No more waiting! To that end, tomorrow I am going to write a 1 page work of . . . something. I don’t know what, but it’s going to come out.
- Weigh in: 196.2 Woot!
- I love this song:
Walking Home
Saturday, July 4th, 2009I’ve been taking the same path to and from classes/work for at least the past two years. Here are some of the things I see.
This guy (Deinonychus sp.) hangs in the stairwell in the building that my lab is in. Sort of comforting to have him as a protector.
Leaving the building, you can see the tower that contains most of the biology faculty and their labs. It’s one of the tallest buildings around.
I want one of these.
One of the more scenic streets to walk down. One block over and it’s mostly concrete and asphalt, and a killer wind tunnel in winter.
This bridge has been here for quite some time, ever since construction began on the road. Construction has long since stopped, but the “temporary” bridge pathway is staying.
This building houses the main concert hall as well as the main dining hall for the university. (Front and back views here)
There’s a peek inside.
This library holds a copy of the Gutenberg. We’re that awesome. I worked inside there for a summer. I guess that makes me cool by osmosis.
Another library. I also worked inside here for about a year. I was a library expert for a while.
I think I’ve crossed this intersection every day for the past four years.
Here’s our famous belfry.
The Home Stretch. In previous years, I would be home by now, living in the dorm. Last summer I moved into my own apartment and haven’t looked back.
Finally, Home Sweet Home.
There you have it. My sometimes long, sometimes not long enough walk home.