wheat grass and popcorn
a little bit of this, a little bit of that
too much wheat grass popcorn and caffeine and I feel like a new woman - sorta
wheat grass and popcorn are a weird combination and I wonder if the advent of a new juice store right next to the theatre where I work is going to turn out to be a bad thing in the long run....
had a glowing moment tonight - stopped in to visit a friend on the first night of his first shift at the all night diner by the movie house. Saw Bergman's Wild Strawberries - which was grand - except that the projectionist turned on the motor to close the curtain too early and it turned soft peaceful end, ino abrupt - is that right - sort of moment
but back to the glow - so good to see S- working and proud of it and it felt great to show and support him like that
sadness reigns in some new boundaries at cog job and so I won't be able to encourage the mentor / friend thing to the degree that I want. that sux. but i also understand the reasons - and rules have to be made to protect people in the worst case scenario.Thus they can feel a bit hard to abide by when the conditions are more favorable - but I have to respect it. No one more than me wants safe spaces to remain that way and so by hatever means necessary right?
tangent - can i say this eyboard is driving me crazy - it keeeps duplicatinig and skipping letters at random - please do no jdge me by my typos alone.
so anyway - despit ules and boundaries and etc. it felt like the good and right thing to do to show up and support and give props to m rock star S-.He is kicking ass.
All this is of course bringing up the teacher question again - for the future, and a more immediate mentor / creative writing sort of volunteer thing for the more immediate present. I looked at the YouthSpeaks website - but not so clear on what types of things I could offer... gotta keep stewing on this. C- thinks all signs are pointing to teaching... that though means more school if I am to do it right, and then there is research and what school and blah blah blah overwhelmed. Gotta figure it out though - poetry and teaching have always been the threads, and together they make a lot of sense.
My dream, from hen I was five on, was to get hired as the poet laureate of some small college or university and teach freshmen poetry. Is that a weird dream for a five year old? Funny thing is, I think of my dream job today - same thing. The MFA in Poetry could have led me there - maybe getting my tired butt certified could lead me in the same direction as well
Ah, it's all so much work - when was being an adult supposed to get easier anyway?
too much wheat grass popcorn and caffeine and I feel like a new woman - sorta
wheat grass and popcorn are a weird combination and I wonder if the advent of a new juice store right next to the theatre where I work is going to turn out to be a bad thing in the long run....
had a glowing moment tonight - stopped in to visit a friend on the first night of his first shift at the all night diner by the movie house. Saw Bergman's Wild Strawberries - which was grand - except that the projectionist turned on the motor to close the curtain too early and it turned soft peaceful end, ino abrupt - is that right - sort of moment
but back to the glow - so good to see S- working and proud of it and it felt great to show and support him like that
sadness reigns in some new boundaries at cog job and so I won't be able to encourage the mentor / friend thing to the degree that I want. that sux. but i also understand the reasons - and rules have to be made to protect people in the worst case scenario.Thus they can feel a bit hard to abide by when the conditions are more favorable - but I have to respect it. No one more than me wants safe spaces to remain that way and so by hatever means necessary right?
tangent - can i say this eyboard is driving me crazy - it keeeps duplicatinig and skipping letters at random - please do no jdge me by my typos alone.
so anyway - despit ules and boundaries and etc. it felt like the good and right thing to do to show up and support and give props to m rock star S-.He is kicking ass.
All this is of course bringing up the teacher question again - for the future, and a more immediate mentor / creative writing sort of volunteer thing for the more immediate present. I looked at the YouthSpeaks website - but not so clear on what types of things I could offer... gotta keep stewing on this. C- thinks all signs are pointing to teaching... that though means more school if I am to do it right, and then there is research and what school and blah blah blah overwhelmed. Gotta figure it out though - poetry and teaching have always been the threads, and together they make a lot of sense.
My dream, from hen I was five on, was to get hired as the poet laureate of some small college or university and teach freshmen poetry. Is that a weird dream for a five year old? Funny thing is, I think of my dream job today - same thing. The MFA in Poetry could have led me there - maybe getting my tired butt certified could lead me in the same direction as well
Ah, it's all so much work - when was being an adult supposed to get easier anyway?