They're sending me back to Baltimore to start on a new project before I head to Taiwan.
I'm excited to go back home and see my friends before making the final leap, hopefully I get to make the most out of everything this summer before I start my new adventure abroad. More on this later.
3.12.2010
2.19.2010
ROAD TRIP!
I'm a man on a mission.
Currently operating out of a small town in northern Florida which shall remained unnamed. I'm nothing but an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill.
Driving down to Florida you see some interesting things. Houses draped in confederate flags, more double-wides than you could shake a stick at ... and waffle houses. Lots and lots of waffle houses. But one thing that really stood out to me were the street names. First, we passed Sparkleberry circle. I laughed. Then we passed Mercy Seat drive. I laughed a little harder (the mercy seat was a nickname for old electric chairs). But then ... then we passed Sparkleberry lane. What? Not 5 miles before we had passed Sparkleberry cir. I could accept that. Strange name, but it's a circle, so it should end and I never have to see it again. Now it's back, this time in lane form directly after we go by old electric chair drive.
At first I was a little confused by it all. Why have 2 completely different roads share that name? Then I was just really angry. Just ... an irrational anger.
This put me in a strange frame of mind when I saw a small cat run over by a speeding truck on the street right infront of me as we attempted to turn make our entrance. As best I can tell, the back right tire of the truck ran over the cats neck, and the body flopped up in the air. When it hit the road again it's hind legs began to spasm violently. After that I couldn't really complain about being in the middle of nowhere.
Currently operating out of a small town in northern Florida which shall remained unnamed. I'm nothing but an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill.
Driving down to Florida you see some interesting things. Houses draped in confederate flags, more double-wides than you could shake a stick at ... and waffle houses. Lots and lots of waffle houses. But one thing that really stood out to me were the street names. First, we passed Sparkleberry circle. I laughed. Then we passed Mercy Seat drive. I laughed a little harder (the mercy seat was a nickname for old electric chairs). But then ... then we passed Sparkleberry lane. What? Not 5 miles before we had passed Sparkleberry cir. I could accept that. Strange name, but it's a circle, so it should end and I never have to see it again. Now it's back, this time in lane form directly after we go by old electric chair drive.
At first I was a little confused by it all. Why have 2 completely different roads share that name? Then I was just really angry. Just ... an irrational anger.
This put me in a strange frame of mind when I saw a small cat run over by a speeding truck on the street right infront of me as we attempted to turn make our entrance. As best I can tell, the back right tire of the truck ran over the cats neck, and the body flopped up in the air. When it hit the road again it's hind legs began to spasm violently. After that I couldn't really complain about being in the middle of nowhere.
2.12.2010
They Promised Me That It Would Be Warm
They promised me it would be warm here.
They did.
They lied.
I just wish I had been better prepared for the weather. My own fault I guess.
It's ok, I actually don't mind Macon at all ... though there isn't a lot to do. On one hand it seems interesting to have so much time to myself, but I really do miss Cecilia. And this cold isn't helping anything. We're supposed to get 1-3 in. of snow here in Macon ... so of course everyone is panicking. All schools have been closed, houses boarded up and the children have been locked away in little rooms with their own portable space heaters. Piggly Wiggly ran out of bread and milk by mid-day.
I always thought it was interesting that everyone buys milk and bread and toilet paper as soon as they hear it's going to snow. I once saw a woman with a shopping containing 5 gallons of milk, atleast 6 loaves of bread and an equal number of toilet paper packs. "What are you doing?" I imagine myself asking her. "As soon as I see snow I a chug milk, eat only bread and shit uncontrollably." her only possible answer.
I've been exploring the Plant (clay processing plant) at work this week, everyday going deeper and deeper into the belly of the great, lurching machine that I call master. Everyday farther underneath the tangle of pipes coming from the darkness and disappearing into it again, visibly pulsing with the clay dust that is like gold to the people of Gordon. Each time I fear we've ventured too far, that this will be the time we don't make it back, and each time we emerge back into the living, breathing world, relief washes over me in an awesome wave. We stumble back to our living boxes every night and prepare to make the journey again. But will the next day be our last?
No, I wouldn't say I've been involved in the more technical aspects of running the Plant. Why do you ask?
They did.
They lied.
I just wish I had been better prepared for the weather. My own fault I guess.
It's ok, I actually don't mind Macon at all ... though there isn't a lot to do. On one hand it seems interesting to have so much time to myself, but I really do miss Cecilia. And this cold isn't helping anything. We're supposed to get 1-3 in. of snow here in Macon ... so of course everyone is panicking. All schools have been closed, houses boarded up and the children have been locked away in little rooms with their own portable space heaters. Piggly Wiggly ran out of bread and milk by mid-day.
I always thought it was interesting that everyone buys milk and bread and toilet paper as soon as they hear it's going to snow. I once saw a woman with a shopping containing 5 gallons of milk, atleast 6 loaves of bread and an equal number of toilet paper packs. "What are you doing?" I imagine myself asking her. "As soon as I see snow I a chug milk, eat only bread and shit uncontrollably." her only possible answer.
I've been exploring the Plant (clay processing plant) at work this week, everyday going deeper and deeper into the belly of the great, lurching machine that I call master. Everyday farther underneath the tangle of pipes coming from the darkness and disappearing into it again, visibly pulsing with the clay dust that is like gold to the people of Gordon. Each time I fear we've ventured too far, that this will be the time we don't make it back, and each time we emerge back into the living, breathing world, relief washes over me in an awesome wave. We stumble back to our living boxes every night and prepare to make the journey again. But will the next day be our last?
No, I wouldn't say I've been involved in the more technical aspects of running the Plant. Why do you ask?
2.05.2010
Rebirth/Renewal
Well ... it's funny how things happen.
It's been nearly 2 years since I posted on this blog. I had almost totally forgotten about it and definitely never dreamed that I would be writing again. Never crossed my mind.
When I left China in June 2008 it was, in many ways, with my tail between my legs. Looking back, it really could have been a big failure for me. There were a lot of missed opportunities, a lot of things left undone.
I never got a real job.
I never enrolled in language classes (outside of my 1 year university stay in shanghai)
I never owned a mo-ped.
I never really did anything.
the list goes on ...
But I'm going back.
I've got a job. They're sending me to Taipei ... and many other places. I'll be a productive (well ...) member of society. I'll enroll in language classes. I'll own a mo-ped AND a kick ass helmet. I'll do something.
... I'll master the art of karate.
You wait and see.
also, look at this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lXh2n0aPyw&feature=response_watch
It's been nearly 2 years since I posted on this blog. I had almost totally forgotten about it and definitely never dreamed that I would be writing again. Never crossed my mind.
When I left China in June 2008 it was, in many ways, with my tail between my legs. Looking back, it really could have been a big failure for me. There were a lot of missed opportunities, a lot of things left undone.
I never got a real job.
I never enrolled in language classes (outside of my 1 year university stay in shanghai)
I never owned a mo-ped.
I never really did anything.
the list goes on ...
But I'm going back.
I've got a job. They're sending me to Taipei ... and many other places. I'll be a productive (well ...) member of society. I'll enroll in language classes. I'll own a mo-ped AND a kick ass helmet. I'll do something.
... I'll master the art of karate.
You wait and see.
also, look at this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lXh2n0aPyw&feature=response_watch
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