Remarkable

Is there nothing the Brits will not bet on?

Summertime

Few things say ‘Summer’ more than a cold, lively beer and a beautiful, blue sky day. I thought that thought as I lay on my terrace, drinking the aforementioned beer, sunning myself.

Life can be infinitely more complex, but why would anyone want it to be?

Mental Health Saturday

Saturday is generally my time to be with myself. Most of our lives we are working, forced to deal with people and situations that under other circumstances we would not be dealing with at all. Trying to accomplish this goal or that task, our lives a constant, seeming never ending rat-race.

Besides, between school and work I noticed that I am often racing around like some kinds of lunatic. I actually enjoy the activity, but know that there is more to my life than the chaos that surrounds me.

Down for Maintenance

Ran TechTool 5 Pro maintenance on computers and hard drives yesterday, will post today.

A Woman's Work

The famous poster, ‘Rosie the Riveter (to the left), created by J. Howard Miller during World War II seems to me to be remarkably similar in feel to the picture of Wanda Burke (below), which is part of a series of photos (there is at least one other) from the American Wind Energy Association (AWEA), which promotes the building of wind turbines.

What I dig about both photos is that they both deal with women taking “untraditional” roles (one, the ‘Rosie the Riveter’ photo, could perhaps be described as a matter of necessity in that most men of age were fighting in WWII, so women had to assume many of their roles in the factories; while the photo of Wanda Burke is also necessary, and the ‘conflict’ she fights–a soldier in America’s march toward energy independence–is no less important).

The Crossing (don't go into the light)

I know that walking and reading aren’t the best things to do at the same time. After all, I work at a school and if you followed me around long enough you would probably catch me admonishing a student or two about it.

While that is good advice, for some reason I chose to ignore it today. This is probably because Bizarro, a comic by Dan Piraro, and Pooch Café, by Paul Guilligan, were particularly funny. So, as I read, I got closer and closer to the corner of East-West Highway and was about to cross over to Colesville Road. As I stepped into the street–still reading, by the way–a Honda Accord whizzed by, no more than five or six inches from slamming into me.

The light had not yet went green (it did a few seconds later. The car probably had sped up to make it before it changed).

Luckily I’m young enough to remember what it felt like to be invincible, but old enough to know that it isn’t so.

Despite occasionally walking and reading.

Dropping Class (still waters)

I dropped a Summer course that I registered for a few weeks ago at Georgetown, primarily because I missed the first class; though like still waters, there are deeper reasons. I would not have done so if this were a class that I was taking during the regular semester, but the Summer sessions are different. First off, it’s more concentrated, which means that you do more in less time. This equates to me playing a serious game of catch-up, which would have to have been the case being that I had not even purchased the books yet.

And while I hate catch-up, there’s more to it than that.

I also hate being ‘that guy.’ You know, the guy who seems clueless about what’s going on around him, the guy who has to get by guile and charm (not to pat myself on the back, but I can be when I need to) because the perception is that he cannot tow the load.

I think that I see this type of person a lot, and cannot stand the idea that that person is sometimes looking back at me from the mirror.