One big reason I want (-ed?) to teach is to inspire people the way I was inspired by a few of my teachers when I was younger. My current job doesn’t let me do this as much I would like, but from the one year I’ve worked full time at my current job, I may have touched one life in an unexpected sort of way.
To you I say, keep it up — the online writing as well as the music.
And it’s the thrill of “getting through” to that one person that keeps me doing what I do, whatever that may be.
How appropriate:
My feet is my only carriage
So I’ve got to push on through
But while I’m gone
Everything’s gonna be alright
Bob Marley, No Woman, No Cry
Every day we start our day not knowing how it will end. I believe that for myself, I need to live each day in such a way that when I (eventually) go to bed, I will feel good about who I am, what I do, and how I’ve done it. Somewhere over the last few months I’ve lost sight of this. Maybe I haven’t had time to remember.
Driving to and from work for a total of three hours a day makes me crazy — crazy enough to change lanes without my turn signal. Once you’ve gone that far, there’s no turning back, and you’ll find yourself without a car to drive.
If you know me, you probably already know the story. If you don’t know, and feel you need to know, email me.
I am going to go take a bath now. Thanks to Bryan and Jen who helped me out tonight. No thanks to the people who didn’t help — you know who you are.
Isn’t it funny how you can go to a few meetings, come back, and have 66 pieces of voicemail waiting for you? Isn’t it funny? Huh?
Alissa sets me straight on the fried fish:
So… just so we’re on the same page here… the fried fish wasn’t *shaped* like a fish, and it wasn’t *lifelike*…. it was an actual fish. The whole fish. They fried the whole entire fish, with the head and tail and everything. Did you not understand that? or is this another example of me not understanding your humor? I think you should change your weblog to say that…. you made it seem like they shaped a regular headless edible fish into something cartoonish, instead of the revolting thing it actually was.
Two nights ago on the way home, on a back road, I passed two police cars which were over on the side of the road. The first thing I saw was the one officer with a rifle. The second thing I saw was a deer lying on the ground behind the car. Then I heard the shot. From what I could tell, a deer had probably been hit by a car and was not able to live a happy life, so the cops were called in to put it out of its misery.
I added pictures from my trip to Rhode Island this past weekend.
Unfortunately this weekend I seemed to have picked up a bit of a cold. So I’m just going to keep drinking this orange juice and hopefully I’ll feel better by the weekend.
I forgot to mention that on the way home, we stopped off the highway in Mystic, CT for a bit of seafood. We ate at a fairly nice restaurant. One interesting item they had on the menu was a fried fish. Neither of us ordered this entree, but people sitting at some other tables did. When the plate was brought out, the fried fish was shaped like a fish, positisioned straight up as if it were swimming, eyeballs and all. This sufficiently grossed Alissa out, and apparently also grossed out the woman at the table next to us, who asked her server to return the plate, as well as the fried fish, to the kitchen. However, a lady at another table was content with eating the lifelike fried fish, though her male dinner companion, apparently not quite as open-minded, left her alone for the rest of the meal, and still hadn’t returned by the time our check came, we paid it, and we left.
I had a pretty busy weekend in New England. Friday night, Alissa and I drove to her grandmother’s house in Newburgh, NY. Sleep was the only order of business. The next morning, we went over to her relative’s house to see her two cousins (cute but rambunctious), her uncle, aunt, and her aunt’s parents. After a little socializing, we headed out for lunch at Sam’s, where the food of choice is meatballs.
After lunch, we began our drive to the show in Cranston, Rhode Island, at which I was scheduled to work. The three-hour drive was across Interstate 84, which was really pretty (the trees alongside, not the actual road) this time of year. Maybe less than a week past the peak, but still nice.
After the show (which is another story for another day), we realized we had no hotel reservations (well, to be fair, Alissa realized this long before we even left for the weekend…) so we had to spend some time driving around trying to find a place with vacancy. We couldn’t find a reasonable place, so after a few hours we gave in and stayed at the very expensive Crown Royale hotel, somewhere around Warwick, RI.
After watching the Mets lose to the Yankees for the first time in the World Series, and after sleeping, we headed over to the Friday’s restaurant for a nice Sunday brunch, where we planned the rest of our day.
We decided to head over to Newport to take a tour of the mansions. We ended up going to only one, The Breakers, but it was very cool. Our tour guide needed a little help, but after coaching her on the proper pronunciation of Euridice — several times — she seemed to get the hang of it.
After touring The Breakers, we went for a short walk by the cliffs on the shore of the island.
Then we headed back to New Jersey, eventually getting back to my apartment around 12:30 — right after the Mets lost once again to the Yanks.