The second question that everyone has asked me since I received my M.Litt is: "So what are you going to do now?" Good question. I have no idea. I have come up with lots of options: travel in South America, apply for grad school, apply for internships with environmental NGOs and/or the Smithsonian. I explained this and the fact that I have not actually acted upon any of these brilliant plans to my very successful and ambitious aunt, whose response was: "Marion, you need to stop wandering in this pattern of aimlessness." Very good advice but much easier said than done. For example, here I am writing on my blog when I should be finishing an application for an orphanage in Chile, which needs to be finished before the end of the year. I guess I should get on that...but first I will just relate some random stories that I found amusing during the Christmas break.
My dad got a bunch of Home Depot gift certificates for Christmas and suggested that I should paint my room. I told him about this organic paint I had read about in a magazine. He replied, "Why don't you just go down to the field, grind up some grass and put that on the wall?" I then told him the price per gallon and in trying to justify the price in his mind, he asked, "Can you lick it off the wall?" I must say he's been in a pretty good mood considering its the holidays and he believes himself to be the 21st century version of Ebenezer Scrooge.
The other day I was driving with my two brothers to pick up my grandma. At one point, I started to turn right instead of going straight toward to the freeway. My brothers hate any sort of deviations...they liked to get things done ASAP so they can get back to their computer games. To this day they refuse to go to any bookstore with me because one time I spent 45 minutes in Barnes and Noble (and I even made it a short trip out of consideration for them!). Anyway, they protested and I said we're going to Starbucks (or "arucks offe" as I think of it now after a bunch of drunk students stole some of the letters outside the store in St. Andrews). They asked, "why?" I said, "cuz I need some coffee...f***er!" The last part of that was directed to the driver in front of me who stopped at the green light. But I guess my brothers didn't pick up on that right away so Andrew just shrunk away from me and said "ok I can see you do really need your coffee."
Saturday, December 24, 2005
A Pattern of Aimlessness
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I had a great experience that involved a covert operation to add an ellipses to a statement printed on the wall of a Charleston Starbucks. This punctuation mark changed the statement from the mundane to the wildly erotic, and there was much rejoicing. Plus, my codename was Agent Goat Curry, and that's better than a smack on the belly with a wet trout.
I would like to think that I have a subtle mind but as I am sure Jules has already pointed out to you I have a very "innocent" mind so try as I might I can't figure out what the "wildly erotic" statement is. Or maybe I am just a tard. Or perhaps it was not your intention for me to know what the statement was just that you have a penchant for public defacement and elaborately simple schemes. I am sure you have also noticed that I have put up a link to your blog...you are well on your way to infamy =).
Ahh Jules has revealed to me the mystery statement and the motivation behind it. "Curry"ing favor with a girl. The code name makes somewhat more sense now.
I love this entry b/c it demonstrates that a) if you would kick that unfortunate Starbucks habit and stop driving a Tahoe, you would totally be a hippie, and b) your dad is totally Eli, but 25 yrs. older w/a Ph.D.
Also, I need to drop the word 'totally' fr. my vocabulary.
But I don't own Birkenstocks anymore! I take that back... Rainbows are the new Birkenstocks but even cheaper! Also the only reason I drive a Tahoe is that I need to get to work and the bus system is so crap here I would need to leave 2 hours early to go 15 miles.
She got to be Agent Orange, which really wasn't fair. I can defoliate wth the best of them. I have linked you as well, although I'm reconsidering. When you drive a Tahoe instead of taking the bus you make baby Jesus cry.
I am ashamed but I do need to get to work. I didn't pay for the car...in fact I actively discouraged my parents from buying said car. This may be only the slightest comfort to you and baby Jesus but we actually take our Tahoe camping, fishing and on long trips. Unlike the other people in the OC who drive SUVS (Hummers have been quite popular of late); they only seem to use it to navigate the concrete jungle.
Frisbee is hilarious, as are your dad and the driving to Starbucks story.
Very nice that you've started a web journal macaroni. I have been very lazy writing on mine recently... We the greenies in Iceland have had a very busy December with planning a huge concert a.m.t. And now it sounds like Sarajevo in the capital. Icelanders going crazy with fireworks in every yard.
Hugs B
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