-I am applying for jobs, part time, at Patagonia and at the Pratt Center of the Arts. I need me some PHAT money.
-I have looked up yoga classes at the Olympic Athletic Club, which will contribute to a inner balance, of mind, body and spandex.
-Dusty Strings is another place to check out! Learning the mandolin is on my list of things to do, but I will consider the banjo (learning from this guy*), and if I must, guitar. If B and I are going to start our banjo rap group, one of us has to be savy in some sort of twang...
-I don't know about this WWOOFING thing, but if I do find the time, I plan to go to Quebec. Yes, I know it is cold, but there is much to do, like with this exciting family and farm:
QC22B
If the following appeals to you...Growing your own food naturally.Harvesting, preparing & preserving food. Grafting fruit trees. Haying, fencing & taking care of cattle. Building ponds to conserve water. Developing free heating sources from water. Designing & constructing buildings. Cutting trees into firewood, logs into lumber, & lumber into buildings. Flying in small airplanes & learning how to maintain them. Combining high tech & low tech. Square & contra dancing. Thinking....then consider wwoofing at our place
:Caroline and I have a lot of conversations about the crazy world. We are not taking pychadelics, but we keep having those 'the-world-is-just-so-big-MAN' type of conversations. It's massive, like the vermin The Bride seeks in Kill Bill.
Other conversation topics with random people include:
-There is no place like Seattle anywhere in the world. "It is a rock, it is an island."
- What I am doing in the Summer? I find myself creating a massive amount of plans that include multiple continents..
-Moab
-College! The who, what, where and the obvious why..
The other day I used public transportation to get home from downtown and might I say it was angry. There was a man shouting " FUCK NO! that is a horrible idea! Fuck that, FUCCCK" and some other shizz... Along with him, a group of kids, not to much older than me, sat in the back of the bus. They bickered unintelligibly and obnoxiously for a while, until about 5 minutes into the ride when one guy began to orate loudly and clearly. He voiced his opinions on the ungracious world: "If a old woman needed help across the street, would you give her help? I don't think so. Nobody would. But if that old woman offered you 20 dollars, you would help her immediately, no? Everybody doesn't care about that old woman, not without her money. That's not what the world is supposed to be like, but it is that way." Who was this guy to say the world is suppose to be anything? That was the only thought that came to mind, while I eavesdropped.
I NEED A JOB due to the fact that I am poor:
After a day of job searching, I found out that a job at Patagonia may be a bust and that Pratt does not offer paying jobs. Bummer. Food service jobs may be what I should look for. However, I avoided making a resume all day, getting only the easy stuff down on paper. In the mean time, I practiced shooting ping-pong balls into a plastic cup.
Adventure:
Waterway 15 is a hidden gem of Seattle and conveniently located right next to the Salmon house. I strolled down there after lunch with B to check out the intricate brick pathways, photos and words cemented into this path that leads to Lake Union. Here are two stories, etched into the pathway:
The first people used to be here. They fished here. They hallowed this earth. This water was life giving to them. "The Littlest Lake People." They drank it. They cleansed themselves here.
Young whales were believed to make their way into the lake, through a subterranean passage from Elliot Bay.
I wondered why the artist included this story. I daydreamed the lake with lots of evergreen trees and little lake people (Latonas) watching breaching whales. Where there ever whales?
Waterway 15 is a hidden gem of Seattle and conveniently located right next to the Salmon house. I strolled down there after lunch with B to check out the intricate brick pathways, photos and words cemented into this path that leads to Lake Union. Here are two stories, etched into the pathway:
The first people used to be here. They fished here. They hallowed this earth. This water was life giving to them. "The Littlest Lake People." They drank it. They cleansed themselves here.
Young whales were believed to make their way into the lake, through a subterranean passage from Elliot Bay.
I wondered why the artist included this story. I daydreamed the lake with lots of evergreen trees and little lake people (Latonas) watching breaching whales. Where there ever whales?
My indecisiveness is presenting more and more problems as the year progresses, to the point were my fall could go in any direction. This is a plan, I thought to be solid, on the brink of explosion.
Let's avoid catastrophe, and just do what feels right.
In the past two weeks, I have enjoyed 20 episodes of Seinfeld.
While at a conversational spanish meeting, which was actually really difficult. Speaking seemed very foreign but the experience was none the less enjoyable. Anyway, I met a 83 year old couple that the second Erin J and I spoke to them started up a conversation about our futures. They quizzed us on our college plans and what our values include. The man than gave us this advice:
Let's avoid catastrophe, and just do what feels right.
In the past two weeks, I have enjoyed 20 episodes of Seinfeld.
While at a conversational spanish meeting, which was actually really difficult. Speaking seemed very foreign but the experience was none the less enjoyable. Anyway, I met a 83 year old couple that the second Erin J and I spoke to them started up a conversation about our futures. They quizzed us on our college plans and what our values include. The man than gave us this advice:
"Don't grow up too fast; don't act like your 24 when your only 18."
I took that well.
The husband asked me how I would measure darkness and I responded "physical or emotional darkness?" He liked the distinction that I'd made, but that wasn't the answer. We chatted for a while and the husband ended the conversation by saying that darkness is the absence of light. You can measure light, but not darkness.
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