Heartfelt apologies to my miniscule readership for the dearth of posts lately. I haven’t felt much like writing. Life is throwing me lemons this summer, when I wish it would throw me limes, a more versatile fruit useful in margaritas, pad thai, and pico de gallo.
First off, it seems that Xeni Jardin of BoingBoing has also adopted the phrase “future husband” in reference to an Indian Commercial Star and some Napoleon Dynamite character.
What can I say? I’m territorial when it comes to my catch phrases.
Less troublesome but more monetarily pertinent is my inability to get a second job. Most of the jobs I’ve interviewed for have been pretty basic positions that I’m more than capable of fulfilling, and yet I’m rejected in favor of people with “skills that more closely match” those needed for the job. Am I over-qualified? Am I a horrendous interviewer? Am I grossly incompetent? Does my research-laden resume scream NO PRACTICAL SKILLS?! I don’t know, and the trouble is, no one can tell me. It could be that Austin is a jobless wasteland at the moment, and I’m stuck in it for the summer like that poor horse in The Neverending Story. I’d like to re-watch that movie. I just found this list of quotes which further convinces me that The Neverending Story is not just a kids movie:
You wish for something, you’ve wanted it for years and you’re sure you want it, as long as you know you can’t have it. But if all at once it looks as though your wish might come true, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had never wished for any such thing.
Strangely appropriate, I think.
By the way, in case you’re wondering: I am NOT a fantasy geek. I just happen to have dear memories of this movie (and The Dark Crystal). But I don’t read books that have unicorns and big-breasted women with swords on the cover. I have nothing against such mystical creatures, but it’s just not my thing.
But speaking of mystical creatures (and back to the subject of lemons), the rain has obstructed my vision of Venus’ magical dance across the sun. Hopefully I’ll be around in 2012 to witness the next transit of Venus.
Now, some good things:
Made some new friends this weekend. It’s fun helping people finish off a keg, though I don’t really understand this whole drinking-beer-with-a-straw thing. I still have the shadows of a temporary tattoo on my forearm to remind me of all the special moments. I also learned that Old Navy now makes cargo shorts for girls; this is something I’ve been waiting for for a very long time. The only ones they had left in my size were camouflage. I swear I’m not gay. But I am one size smaller than I used to be, unless Old Navy is fudging the sizes to make women feel better about their bodies. Corporate boosh faces.
Found this program (sorry, programme) called BUNAC: an organisation that gives UK work permits to US students. Now I anxiously await the arrival of the morning so I can call and see if I qualify.
I found “veg-itas” at Central Market, a tasty wheat gluten fajita material that tastes really really yummy in tacos. Meat eaters, don’t faint - it’s really good! Now: who wants tacos?
Because now he [Bastian] knew that there were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that they were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.
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