A RECYLED, AND OVERLY VERBOSE (ACCORDING TO DARA) EMAIL
dara and i are sitting in our apartment, after venturing out briefly to attend a moive (ShogGirl), eating warm chocolate chip cookies, watching shakespeare in love and debating on whether or not its ten thirty ending will mean we will HAVE to go out as it is still quite early in the evening and we'd be awfully pathetic if the only social venture we took today invovled sitting together in a dark and quiet movie theatre.
additionally we have discussed our lame-ness and decided that we have entered a time in our life known as "post-grad" aka "the end of binge drinking" which entails working long hours during the hours of day when it is light out, and therefore, we are excused in some meausre our lame-ness. However, as we are not settling into jobs that we hope to be our lives work, and therefore have no job, monetary, or even locational stability, our litte detour from the "real world" has led us to a place where we suffer all the indignities of post graduate life, and yet, none of the enjoyment. Our recent trip to san diego has been relegated to a place of memory already and we are feeling as though the things this detour was thought to have provided, namely the ability to move about a bit, travel, change jobs at whim, etc are not what we have found. This is not to imply our complaints on the situation but merely a recognition of what has become our status quo.
Perhaps we should have thought to seek employment in a field that meets our interests. As we are enjoying lavishing money on ourselves to view movies in the dozens, we might have been well-suited to have provided a local newspaper with movie reviews. Last night, we saw Jarhead, and found it to be a war film without companion, as it managed to keep politics almost completely out of its storyline, and even more fascinatingly, it managed to keep combat out of it as well. Explicit in its description and sometimes in its cinematography it was an interesting look into the lives of marines, deployed to fight in the Gulf War, but not actually getting to fight in it. A few people walked out of the theatre mid-movie and i must say as interesting as the film itself was, I would have been slightly more interested to find out why these people walked out? Were they bored? Did they find something in it offensive? Would they have prefered to see violence? Did they suddenly realize they had some important business to attend to? Their ability to relieve themselves of the hefty cost of movie ticket and then their subsequent dis-interest in the film which they chose certainly piqued my curiosity.
otherwise life has continued on in a certain, if not slightly mundane fashion. I still go to work at CWIS every morning, and occassionally get to do work more interesting then perusal of online newspapers. Friday, for example the director, taking full advantage of my college education asked me to print articles which he emailed to me, and then, in an expression of complete confidence in my ability, asked me to read through them, categorize them, and create binders, relevant to each country we were looking at, so that sometime in the distant future he may flip through these binders and decide that he recalls the information, having read of each of these articles at the time of their publication, and put the binder back on its shelf. I'm being fecisious of course, but i shouldn't complain. He reguarly engages me in debates on diplomacy and strategies of conflict resolution, containment, and management. After those exhausting matches of verbal sparring, I trudge off to watch my girls in the afternoon. I have recently decided to implement new techniques of care, as the girls seem to be lacking some important factors of attention from their own parents. It has been a wonderful glimpse into parenthood, and an interesting way to evaluate the possibilities of life. I certainly have a new respect for single parents with multiple children and jobs, and of course with young parents who, if they are responsible parents, relinquished all thoughts of their own life in order to accomodate the enormity of the needs fostered within a child. So as we reach the two month in Olympia mark i can say i have used this time for a number of things, non of which i had really anticipated but all of them good to have seen, nonetheless.
Remember to compost--J
dara and i are sitting in our apartment, after venturing out briefly to attend a moive (ShogGirl), eating warm chocolate chip cookies, watching shakespeare in love and debating on whether or not its ten thirty ending will mean we will HAVE to go out as it is still quite early in the evening and we'd be awfully pathetic if the only social venture we took today invovled sitting together in a dark and quiet movie theatre.
additionally we have discussed our lame-ness and decided that we have entered a time in our life known as "post-grad" aka "the end of binge drinking" which entails working long hours during the hours of day when it is light out, and therefore, we are excused in some meausre our lame-ness. However, as we are not settling into jobs that we hope to be our lives work, and therefore have no job, monetary, or even locational stability, our litte detour from the "real world" has led us to a place where we suffer all the indignities of post graduate life, and yet, none of the enjoyment. Our recent trip to san diego has been relegated to a place of memory already and we are feeling as though the things this detour was thought to have provided, namely the ability to move about a bit, travel, change jobs at whim, etc are not what we have found. This is not to imply our complaints on the situation but merely a recognition of what has become our status quo.
Perhaps we should have thought to seek employment in a field that meets our interests. As we are enjoying lavishing money on ourselves to view movies in the dozens, we might have been well-suited to have provided a local newspaper with movie reviews. Last night, we saw Jarhead, and found it to be a war film without companion, as it managed to keep politics almost completely out of its storyline, and even more fascinatingly, it managed to keep combat out of it as well. Explicit in its description and sometimes in its cinematography it was an interesting look into the lives of marines, deployed to fight in the Gulf War, but not actually getting to fight in it. A few people walked out of the theatre mid-movie and i must say as interesting as the film itself was, I would have been slightly more interested to find out why these people walked out? Were they bored? Did they find something in it offensive? Would they have prefered to see violence? Did they suddenly realize they had some important business to attend to? Their ability to relieve themselves of the hefty cost of movie ticket and then their subsequent dis-interest in the film which they chose certainly piqued my curiosity.
otherwise life has continued on in a certain, if not slightly mundane fashion. I still go to work at CWIS every morning, and occassionally get to do work more interesting then perusal of online newspapers. Friday, for example the director, taking full advantage of my college education asked me to print articles which he emailed to me, and then, in an expression of complete confidence in my ability, asked me to read through them, categorize them, and create binders, relevant to each country we were looking at, so that sometime in the distant future he may flip through these binders and decide that he recalls the information, having read of each of these articles at the time of their publication, and put the binder back on its shelf. I'm being fecisious of course, but i shouldn't complain. He reguarly engages me in debates on diplomacy and strategies of conflict resolution, containment, and management. After those exhausting matches of verbal sparring, I trudge off to watch my girls in the afternoon. I have recently decided to implement new techniques of care, as the girls seem to be lacking some important factors of attention from their own parents. It has been a wonderful glimpse into parenthood, and an interesting way to evaluate the possibilities of life. I certainly have a new respect for single parents with multiple children and jobs, and of course with young parents who, if they are responsible parents, relinquished all thoughts of their own life in order to accomodate the enormity of the needs fostered within a child. So as we reach the two month in Olympia mark i can say i have used this time for a number of things, non of which i had really anticipated but all of them good to have seen, nonetheless.
Remember to compost--J
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