amkean pronunciation

The practice of saying "________ on steroids" is worn out. Usage: This [new thing] is like [old thing] on steroids. It was good for a while but now it's worn out. The trash heap has spoken. Nyeah.

I'm leaving for Africa on Sunday. I have almost everything ready for the trip, but that wasn't true a few days ago. Somehow, very recently, I decided to do more adventure-y stuff while I'm there. I've never been a big adrenaline person. I've never really wanted to go bungee jumping or skydiving. But on my first day in Africa, I'm going to rappel 367 feet. I think maybe the thing isn't that I haven't been at all interested in doing outdoor adventure activities, but that the barrier to entry in terms of equipment was holding me back, along with me having plenty of other stuff to do and a feeling of contentment doing it. But on my trip, I'm in money spending mode, so I'm going to do whatever is there because it might be my one chance.

I got a job for next year. It will be in alternative education, like my old school, but probably in a saner and better structured/organized/more functional environment. The strange thing was that I don't think I applied for the job because I was just applying to mainstream and/or middle school jobs, and this was a high school job, .5 math and .5 science. I don't think I would have applied to an alternative job that was part science in a high school, but they called me and I wasn't feeling picky. Luckily, the job sounds great, although I'm nervous about teaching science. Still, I had thought about being a science teacher and, of course, YAY SCIENCE!!

CHG and I went to Canada...actually she got a job and went, then I stayed home and worried about jobs, then went. We watched Canadian TV, including the original "The Longest Yard," then golfed a par 3 course and went to the horse races, the ones where the jockeys ride in carts behind the horses and the horses trot. We both drove back all in one day/night and I had my most disappointing Taco John's experience ever. It was too close to closing, so their salsas were put away and their soda machine didn't have any ice. You know how it feels when your expectations for some little treat are crushed?

I was in Luck last weekend where tubing behind the boat helped to prepare me for Africa. NHL Hitz, euchre, moving a hide-a-bed, putting in the boat lift and banging my shin into said lift.

I shall not prattle on about productivity guilt. But it is there.

Labels: africa, canada, jobs, luck, work