Category Archives: Intersessions

a half hour

Ever run into someone you know, but haven’t seen in years? Ever find out that you almost did, since you were both in the same public place, perhaps at different times?

Technology has opened up the way that I keep in touch with these types of people. They are the ones who I will extensively IM, exchange e-mails with, and on occasion, engage in a Skype conversation. This form of contact is often reciprocal. However, an awkward gap remains in between, where we’ll be in the same city every so often, but never make any attempts to get together. In fact, the topic is almost avoided, taboo, though we’ll talk online about how we’re home and enjoying our time so far.

What gives?

wow

A big post is on its way! An epic post, one that will be famous and re-quoted for generations to come.

But this just had to be said.

My father. LOVES. P.S. I love you, the film. He admitted to watching it six times. And wanting to own it.

I really missed being home. It’s a shame when one gets to the point where it will never work again. Things are up in the air right now. My housing is in jeopardy for next semester, and I might have to move back in with extended relatives, maybe even transfer schools. We’ll see how it goes.

hello,

little significant day in history.

the economy

They always told me as an undergrad that one surefire way of avoiding this economy was to stay within the academic environment.

“Nobody can touch you if you’re still in school. You’re safe in the bubble.”

Well, not quite. Although one could technically acquire graduate degrees, certifications, and licenses by avoiding the “real world,” a person also is left without a viable source of income. Many extend their debt by taking out additional loans and deferring others. It all makes sense, though. I mean, I’m in graduate school for the same reasons.

However, I was waiting for a GA job. Essentially, a person works for a department on-campus and gets their graduate tuition fees waived. Unfortunately, due to the state of the economy and the business-oriented mindset of a higher level institution, many of those positions at my particular school have been reduced or cut.

There was no way that they were going to accept a proposal for a new one when they were already laying off others who had been granted permission before me.

Let’s hope I can ride this out with a bit of style and grace.

incompetence

Graduating has made me calm. Don’t get the wrong idea – there was a period of crying, freaking out, and generally contending with a feeling of uselessness and hopelessness that was pervasive enough to send me in a downward spiral and negatively impact sleeping patterns, but this takes the freaking double chocolate layered cake of all time (I want sweets right now to give me a false sense of well-being!!!) -

My school mistakenly placed my graduate application in the wrong pile, as in the pile for the next academic year. This is even with them mailing my application processing fee back because it was waived – a simple filing mishap that can effectively leave me homeless and jobless within a short time span of two weeks. If it succeeds in its destructive path I will also have to put my education on hold.

I directly e-mailed and left a voicemail for the Big Honchos in charge. I let my two bosses know in separate departments that I’m floundering in this situation. And after feeling semi-accomplished, I cried on the phone with loved ones about all the stress pouring in out of nowhere, just as soon as I was getting everything settled and back on course, until my cellphone died. And its charger is not currently in my possession.

“Just keep swimming!”

UPDATE — I was accepted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

still bloggin’ in 09

Happy belated 2009, everyone! This blog didn’t forget to wish the Roman calendar a felice compleanno – I was waiting for the perfect topic to post about, but a new technology would probably swarm the Internetz and make blogs obsolete by then.

I have never allowed the idea of a New Year’s resolution to fully develop or anchor itself as a possibility in my brain. Some individuals require a starting point to adhere to, while others stumble or find themselves forced to take significant actions of change.

What’s your resolution, if any?

This is a year for the old adage of ‘going with the flow’ and generally not taking myself too seriously. 2008 helped me summit a pinnacle in my academic career, but it is only one of several peaks that need to be climbed (I have never been mountaineering). Still -one needs to live life before one can write about it – so here’s to a rockin’ bloggin’ time in 2009.

public urination

“I’ll be right back,” my boyfriend said as he securely locked the driver’s side door and closed it behind him. He waited at the crosswalk, turned a corner, and headed toward the thrift store with visions of NFL Blitz for N64 swimming through his head.

A man wearing a blue and black flannel shirt, sleeves rolled above the elbows and dark blue jeans braced his arm against the left rear side of a vehicle parked on the street. Our vehicle was sitting in the parking lot, directly across from where he stood, a brief stretch of sidewalk separating us. Fortunately, his back was turned and he did not notice me.

I did not notice him at first. The swarm of activity kept my brain initially preoccupied until I noticed him holding himself with one arm against the car for a few minutes. He wasn’t loading anything into the trunk, so exactly what was he doing? Urinating – nearly in full public view on a busy main road.

Dozens of cars merrily passed him, the happier ones honking at some others in front of them, dodging bumpers and brake-checking several more in a giddy dodge to make it home from work and errands quickest on the day before New Year’s Eve.

He zipped up with a noticeable struggle and nonchalantly walked across the road and into a grocery market. A couple of people sidled up to the recently abandoned car with looks of horror, disdain, and confusion written plainly on their faces. One was an elderly woman, and another was a rather disgruntled man, angrily spitting on the cellphone clutched in his right hand. They reluctantly loaded themselves into the car, and drove away.

A driver attempted to park a large SUV next to the car I occupied and nearly scraped the left side. I cursed. A woman crossed the street and neatly stepped where the man had finished relieving himself and another car’s tires rolled over the spot soon after she vacated the area. The SUV next to me was re-adjusted and the driver meekly escaped, staring but avoiding my eyes.

The driver side unlocked and my boyfriend resumed his seat. He was empty-handed, but taking the key from me, turned it in the ignition and revved up the engine. Life goes on.

chispeak.com

Change your links, kids. Chi Speak dot com is open for business! :)

Call it a belated Christmas gift to myself.

foggy

The blanket covered the skyline. It covered the river. There was no separation between earth and sky, and nothing could be seen through the hazy, thick screen. The world was one brooding cloud, simmering with moisture, but without a chance for rain.

the hyphen

It was past 1:30 in the morning. The city lights filtered in beyond the gaps between the blinds, shedding a nearly translucent glow on his sleeping form. He twitched in his sleep and reflexively moved his arm to better accommodate his shifting weight. Then, he laughed.

I turned over on to my other side to watch him. What was that? What did he say?

He was smiling at me, eyes open, though to be sure, still asleep. He winked mischievously and again, gave a low musical and mirthful laugh.

“What?” I questioned, stunned by his out of character greeting.

“I had a dream that Jackie Chan was starring in a new movie.”

“Oh,” I responded, the single syllable leaving my lips all too familiarly as a form of reply to his words.

“Guess what the name of the movie was!” he said excitedly. At least he was truly awake now.

“I don’t know. What was it?” I encouraged him.

“The Goat-Climbing Mountain! HAHAHAHA!!!!”

I stared at him to elaborate.

“People don’t get the hyphen! Hahahaha!!! A goat-climbing mountain!”

I stared at him some more.

“And then the mountain climbed the goat, and the goat disappeared, of course – because the mountain was on top of it!”

“You’re crazy,” I giggled more audibly, swatting at him.

He laughed himself back to sleep.