real world

So I just started a real job. I do things daily that effect other people, sometimes I'm helpful and they're grateful. Really, it's quite rewarding.
Each day begins with a protein rich breakfast and a ride on the metro. The Orange Line is very crowded and Thursday I couldn't even fit on two trains because it was so full.

One of the companies I was researching at work boasted

follow-the-sun capabilities mean work on your project never needs to stop

on their website.

I wonder about the world, how "far" we've come. I can barely sit still, ever. It's like this bluegrass song by the Peasall Sisters:

Rushing Around

You're rushing around today
You're rushing around today
How old will you be at sixty-three
From rushing around today

Now the first thing in the morning you rush right oud of bed
You hurry through your breakfast like you're crazy in the head
Fly down to be bus stop as fast as you can go
How you ever get to work alive I swear I'll never know

You're rushing around today
You're rushing around today
How old will you be at sixty-three
From rushing around today

Now you take of like a rocket ship to get your lunchtime snack
Up your foot like a dog-gone fool and then you fly right back
Hurry through your work all day and dash right out the door
Gulp your supper in a minute flat so you can rush some more (Gulp!)

You're rushing around today
You're rushing around today
How old will you be at sixty-three
From rushing around today

Oh we didn't use to rush around back in Grand-pa's day
Why don't you put your air brakes on instead of rushing that way
You better fly of to bed now and be asleep by ten
But you can't go slow because you know you gotta start all over again

You're rushing around today
You're rushing around today
How old will you be at sixty-three
From rushing around today

beautiful days

The sun is coming out.

Despite all that has happened, I still believe people are good at heart
- Anne Frank

Yesterday, Sarah Boschung and her mom took me and Alicia out to dinner. It was such a lovely evening and we shared a delicious meal of local fish and veggies at Ivy Inn. Our fellow patrons were celebrating "Cousin Luke's" birthday and they all had beautiful voices. We ended up spending the latter part of the evening enjoying their music and company. We even stood and sang the National Anthem together. Patriotism still exists!

Today, I had no cash and walked into Cville coffee. A kind stranger heard me ask about the nearest ATM and then just offered to buy whatever I wanted for me! She bought me a smoothie, what kindness!

So, with Anne Frank, my pessimism subsides today. It gives way to happy thoughts (and my Masters Qualifying Exam.)

schfiftyfive

This song has been in my head all morning as I sit at home with a cold:



Thank you to Esther Lee who first introduced me to this life-changing piece of art.

Should i go to the job fair and sneeze on potential employers? Would that just be doing myself a disservice?

song of the day

comments, please.

Miranda

Since I'm on a roll (like buttah) with this beauty, aesthetics, art thing, I will continue my randomness.
My parents visited this weekend. [They are, indeed, a piece of art, themselves.] We went to BeerRun for lunch after church and my mom noticed the music that was playing. We decided to classify it as "acoustic jazz". We liked it.
Later, I noticed that the music in Arch's was definitely elevator music. But Marian insisted that there are different types of elevator music. I wondered if the music in BeerRun was a sort of elevator music. Marian decided she would become a connoisseur of the art.
So, art is all around us. There you go.

Oh, and I just lost the game.