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The Universe Talks

Disclaimer: most of what I write is absurd, like life, and that's pretty much why I enjoy it (both the writing and life, most of the time).  So a lot of times what I write is also a bit tongue-in-cheek and I tend to not take myself too seriously the majority of the time.  Ok, that being said...

Maybe it's the influence of The Alchemist, which I love, and is my favorite of Paulo Coelho's books, I do think the universe tells us certain things or points us and our destinies in certain ways.  Like when I was in Xela and people would ask, oh so how long are you here, and initially I had an answer but then I decided to stay until the universe told me to go.  I think certain situations present themselves and make it fortuitous that you make certain decisions.

I'm leaving here soon and I have the mixed emotions that always come with arrivals and departures.  But I was thinking how the universe is telling me to go, and maybe I'm just searching for reasons or rationalizing.  But I think my random recurrent, yet mostly minor, health issues are the universe's way of saying I should leave.  I'm doing almost complete better after being hit by the truck and the infection I got in my ankle.  But I guess me attributing things to the universe could just be further proof of (wo)man's search for meaning in the chaos that is our lives.  And maybe I do really believe that the universe talks and tells us things and when we listen we can realize our true destiny.  Or maybe The Alchemist just had too much of an influence of me... 

Hit by a Truck

I got hit by a truck today.

I got up early to run before work and before it was too humid and hot.  The residential streets were quiet, intermittently and sparsely populated by a car or a fellow exerciser this morning.  I was about a half mile from home and completing my run, running straight and passing a street entry when a large Ford truck turned right into me.  I put my hands up to block the car as it plowed into me, and I remember thinking that it was going to stop, that it had to stop because that's what cars do when there are people in front of them, but it didn't stop and it him me.

I laid on the ground for a few minutes, in shock.  The driver got out of the truck and came to me asking me questions, like if I was ok, but I couldn't say anything.  I couldn't really comprehend what had just happened so I just lie there.  The man came behind me and put his arms under my arms to lift me up and offered to drive me home, but I declined.  I was in total shock and I just wanted to get home.  I cried walking to my home, my ankle hurting and random cuts bleeding.  I called my mom and my sister took me to the hospital. 

I only have a sprained ankle and cuts and bruises.  I was really, really lucky.  The driver wasn't driving too fast.  I still can't believe, even as I type this, that I was hit by a truck at around 6:30 this morning.  And I'm ok.  Those last two sentences seem so out of place and unfamiliar.  As if I should be writing a fictional story and not what really happened.

I guess I could get all philosophical or metaphysical, contemplative in some manner at least, but I don't really want to think and analyze.  I'm good with just being here, right now, in this space.

Living Everywhere

I was walking around NYC yesterday and I was thinking how I absolutely love and adore New York.  But only part-time.  Or as a tourist.

New York has basically everything and I do love the mood of the city.  It does have its disadvantages, too.  It's so weird how people's attitudes and lifestyles are so contrapuntal when comparing California (like specifically LA, San Diego, and San Francisco) and New York.  Here everyone that is a regular New Yorker is all neuroses and anxiety.  There are so many control freaks it kills me.  And I definitely get a little anxious and neurotic just being around them. But there is a vibrancy and a life to the city that I do really like.  Living here and working twenty hours a week would be great - to be able to enjoy my life and not let all the neuroses infiltrate and to be able to find the time to relax here would be amazing.  As a tourist, too, New York is amazing.  There is just so much to do and you can enjoy it and fall in love with it because it's on your own time that you're absorbed completely into the city until you can't see or feel anything anymore except the lights, noise, and traffic zooming through you.

Most places I have lived in for a time were really nice initially.  Cities and towns can bring you in by what appears to you to be their newness, their foreign-ness, their simultaneous strength and fragility, their malleability, their ambiguity to be whatever you want them to be while at the same time being whatever it is they intrinsically are.  Of course, what to you is new and exciting is to someone else a loathed or boring old town or city they can't wait to leave or a regular place filled with its ghosts and possibilities. 

I've lived in different places and the only place I've ever really wanted to stay was LA. Part of me still does.  But there are lots of great places out there.  It would be nice to live in them all, for a time.

A Marathon

I ran a marathon.  I kind of can't believe I did it. I wanted it to do it so badly and had started training last year but then I sprained my knee.  I had kind of just stopped thinking about it, but it was always in the back of my mind.  I had started running again recently and the idea resurfaced.  I looked at a website that listed marathons but the closest one wasn't until the end of August and I would have had to take trains, stay at a hotel probably, etc.  So I was like, "Fuck it, why don't I try it on my own?"  I could fail or quit part of the way through of running it as that's always a possibility, but if I don't at least try to do it then I won't learn from that experience.  I planned out a route on walkjogrun.net (a great site) earlier in the week, maybe Tuesday, then on Wednesday I ran for an hour and biked for two hours to just kind of prepare my body for hours of exercise, then on Thursday I ran for an hour or so run, then on Friday I did nothing except for a walk just to keep my muscles and body alive but rested.  Previous weeks to this, I had been running about six miles or ten km, and either walking a lot in New York City or biking in Toms River.  I also ate a lot on Friday but like good things - a ton of fruit, veggies, lots of beans, oatmeal, a protein bar, and tortilla chips (ok these probably aren't a good thing but hey corn and fat, whatevs).  I went to bed early Friday night.  On Saturday, I woke up early (it was going to be 90F so I had to start early), had a coffee and some oatmeal, then went for my run.  I had tried not to think about how things would go too much beforehand because I didn't want to psych myself out.  If I made it through awesome, and if I didn't, then I had a learning experience to grow from.  My primary goal was to just run the whole thing and complete a marathon.  And I did.  I kept track with the walkjogrun app on my phone and I had made a playlist during the week that lasted about five and a half hours for the marathon.  I had to stop three times to buy water (I kept some money in my sock).  I would just buy water at 7-11 or Rite Aid, drink it, then keep going.  I remember from the half marathon I did in San Jose, there was a time where I got tired but I pushed through it and my energy returned somewhat.  Here my energy level was actually pretty steady until about the last three miles or so.  I felt dead but just kept on jogging.  My times for the last three or four miles weren't so bad, just a little slower than the other miles, but it felt like I was going much slower even though I wasn't time-wise.  Then I got home, drank more water, and after a bit of eating and resting, I think I might have sprained my knee.  I didn't feel any pain while running which was good.  And I accomplished a life goal.  This is something I have really been wanting to do and just the idea of it seems kind of ludicrous to me.  Like running all that much?  And why?  It's just something that is a real test for you both mentally and physically and I think it's good to try and challenge yourself.  It kind of reminded me of getting my tattoo, like physically and pain wise.  The first hour or two is all right because there is adrenaline or excitement or this sense that hey I'm doing something here that I want.  You're calm and decided in what you want to do and things are going ok.  Hour three starts to get to you, like you start to feel what's going on.  Hour four is basically beyond your body's comfort zone and your body just wants you to stop.  It might start doing weird things, like goosebumps or odd reactions to warm and cold.  But I guess this is only if you've been trained for a max of 15 miles or so.  I would think that if you train for longer runs then your body gets accustomed to it and doesn't react like mine did for the forty minutes or so.

My body hurts today and I feel a lot of fatigue, but that's to be expected.  It's just all crazy to think about.  I started running about 9 years ago after returning from Paris because I wanted to get in shape and lose the weight I gained in Paris (oh French food how I love you - crepes!).  Then I could barely run a mile and a half.  I still remember the first training runs I went on that were five miles with a group in LA.  I kind of prefer running on my own (though don't mind running with another person every once in a while) but I thought it would be good to force myself to run a longer distance.  Running with that group made me realize I could do five miles.  That was a huge leap for me.  Then the half marathon in San Jose.  I realized I could do an even longer distance.  But I have always really been afraid of more than that.  When I started training for a marathon last year and was doing longer distances, like 15 or 16 miles, it wasn't really mentally registering.  I was just training and not thinking too much.  Then I hurt my knee and I was so sad.  Running just de-stresses me and I felt lost for a while and tried different things, but running had become such an integral part of my life that I felt lost without it, without being able to just clear my mind and see the world as I ran.  I have heard a bunch of negative things about running - how it's bad for your body and your knees, and how it wears your body down.  And part of me understands but part of me doesn't.  We have bodies so we can use them and move and exercise.  I don't understand sitting in a chair all day long, staring at a computer screen.  I also don't understand running on a treadmill, running and running and going nowhere (unless maybe the weather is bad outside and you can't go outside).  I kind of think we were meant to wander and/ or run and work physically.  I don't think we should push our bodies to the extreme more than once in a while, but we have bodies to use them.  I've run in rain when the weather was both warmer and colder and in hail (in Central Park.  It was pretty but cold and kind of painful), and yesterday it was either close to or 90F eventually but you keep going (with a little bit of water) because it does, ultimately, show you what you and your body can do. 

I still  can't really believe I did it.  I wanted to do it for so long.  I feel like it was and wasn't me who did it.  I'm surprised I didn't crap out and give up at some point.  But I guess that's one of the things in life.  If you want something for a really long time and you internalize that desire and you really work for it, over time it becomes something different.  Many times we want something and we get excited for it right away and just want to have it as soon as possible, without really earning it, realizing its worth, or seeing if it's really for us.  Like a tattoo, for example, maybe one day you want one, you get it within a short period of time, and then later regret it or aren't really as fond of it.  But in the beginning, in those first few moments you really wanted it, and it almost seemed palpable, like you could touch your desire as it danced in front of your mind.  We can fool ourselves with the things we want.  But there are some things that can start out similarly, but if given time can become part of who you are and the desire becomes a sublimated, internalized constant.  Like, still the tattoo, maybe you want one but you think, hey this could be an ephemeral desire so I'll give it some time and see if I still want this tattoo in a year.  You look at pictures, you do research, you take your time, and, if it's really something you want to do and is part of who you are, that desire stays with you and the excitement wears down though is still there but there is a deeper element now; it's not so much a foreign thing you want but a part of who you are.  So when you do get the tattoo after waiting some time, it's a surprise yes but it has become more an actualization of a part of you, but a part that you weren't sure was ever going to happen because it started out as something foreign and it's hard to incorporate that into yourself.  I am terrible with metaphors, and this metaphor, like all of mine, is horrible, but hey I hope I conveyed my idea which is that I have wanted to do a marathon for a long time and I eventually incorporated this desire into my mind and the fact that I actualized it seems both real and unreal.  When a long term desire becomes actualized, it's really hard to believe initially because it's existed in a wish-state for so long that transitioning it to a reality is difficult, but in a good way :)  But hey, it may have taken nine years and started out as a mile and a half, and through many sprained ankles and some knee injuries (even one within this year that I thought might have taken me out of the game and oh isn't it true that just when you've given up almost all hope things can turn around - not always true but sometimes) things do eventually work out.  It's a long road, sometimes a twenty-six mile one, but it's worth running sometimes.

Our Future Selves

I was folding shirts with my coworkers and one of them jokingly said something about being able to meet anyone living or dead and who would you choose.  Most people say relatives who have died or someone famous, living or dead, like John Lennon.  I used to say Buddha.  But it was only a joking question and not serious.  But I thought and said I would like to meet me from the future the day before I died to see what advice future me would give me (hahahaha it's like Jason Gordon-Levitt and Bruce Willis, right?  From the movie or like Terminator.  Or like The Time Traveler's Wife parts, too).  Besides the obvious and shallow, like future me should have come back and told me my first summer after college that I shouldn't dye my hair red because yea that was bad, I wonder what future me would tell me?  What would we tell our old selves if we had the chance to go back and see ourselves ten years ago?  If we had the wisdom we have now, if we had it then, ten or fifteen or however many years ago, what could we tell ourselves? 

Can we even try to imagine our future selves and what they would say to us?  Can we attempt to appropriate future versions of who we are or our own possible sagacity? 

Part of this thinking comes from meeting so many new people, lots of whom are younger.  I can see a lot of uncertainty and lack of confidence and also a want to be accepted from them.  As you get older and more comfortable, it's no longer quite so important that you get people to like you as weeding out and discerning the people you like for what they actually are.  But when we're younger, generally we're more open and malleable in our personalities, not out of any sense of legerdemain or intentional manipulation, but out of a general desire to be liked.  But once we have met many people or have become more solid in who we are, what we like, what we can deal with in others, etc, it's not so important that people like us.  The desire fades and we just become our natural selves.  Which is probably why I like young kids and old people so much: neither group tends to care whether or not their personalities are pleasing to you.  They are just who they are and if you like them for that then great and if not, well it doesn't matter to them pretty much.

I think people also become this sort of template where you have personality types.  You can meet people and hang out with them for a bit and already discern who is the worrier, the leader, the jokester, etc.  Not that this oversimplified generalities are the essence of people because they're not.  These are the superficial faces we show and categories we fit into because they are so comfortable for us and convenient in their social proscriptions.  Who we are underneath these faces though, our complexities, our intricacies, our pasts that form our patterns today, those are really who we are and much more difficult to ascertain and, usually, if you get to those parts of other people, you can pretty much get along with anyone.  If you understand someone or you see their real lives and backgrounds, it almost becomes impossible to not find a commonality with them or to not feel an affinity or rapport with them.  Even if they act like terrible, you could dislike them for an action or what they do, but if you know about them and why they do it, it's hard to disregard them. 

I feel like that happens a lot, where you meet someone at work or through friends and you can't stand that person or they're just this huge and terrible person to you who does things that set you off or you just get angry at, but if given multiple times to meet that person or to learn about them, you begin to understand them and yes, you hate what they do, but it becomes hard to just dislike the person entirely.  Usually the people that are the meanest or do bad things are the people who dislike themselves the most and it's hard not to feel sympathy for a person who is struggling against themselves because that is a hard battle to see. 

But, I digress.  The faces we see, the roles we fall into, a lot of times we just see those from people and there are roles we don't generally prefer in others so we keep our distance from people who fall into those roles unless we need to be around them more for some reason.  So as we get older, those templates of behavior or personality allow us to easily navigate social situations and we can easily identify who we would, presumably, get along with best.  And these roles are derived and solidified with age.  When we're younger, we are not so confident or know ourselves so well (in general) but with time we become more confident and the solid in ourselves.  Hopefully, we become more wise.  Who I am now is the same as who I was ten years ago, but I (think and hope) am much wiser than I was before.  I can't change any of my past but it would be nice to be able to see the myriad playing outs of the different ways I could have made decisions and what would have happened from them.  And I wonder what old me would tell me now - I would think something heartening and maybe that it would all be all right, but it will all be right anyway, because it has to be and it must be and even though right now or yesterday or tomorrow, even if they are far from all right, still in a certain way they are ok because this is how it is supposed to be and changing it would make it all wrong and incongruous with that your now should be, so hypothetically and in my own mixed up logic, everything at every moment is all right because it's how it should be and thus how it is.

Success & Failure

I read a line in an Isabelle Allende book about how success and failure were Western ideas or inventions, about how they don't really exist as per se.  I quit the other day and one of my bosses told my students (asking my permission first if it was okay) and then told them to implore me to stay.  One student (who I like a lot but don't generally think similarly to) told me I shouldn't quit because I move around too much and I should stick to one thing because it's a failure to quit.  She was basically equating quitting with failure.  This is the same student who also thinks I should get married and live probably a normal, "respectable" life.  It's difficult because a lot of people I know think like this.

I don't think in terms of success and failure anymore.  My greatest lessons, what I have learned the most from, have been the hardest things in my life, the struggles.  I hated almost every minute of being in Wulinguyen, China, mostly because I was so sick and that shaded so much of my experience there.  But it changed me forever and made me appreciate life in a whole different way.  My friendships and relationships, the most difficult parts especially, have made me evaluate myself and be more aware of whom I am and how that affects others.  I have learned so much from them.  Success and good times are great, I'm not saying they aren't, and I hope they always exist for me.  Of course I would prefer a life filled with more "successes" than "failures" but I find both terms problematic in that they create this ideas that the former is good and the latter is bad. 

I kind of view failure as never learning or as doing the same things over again and not changing yourself or not doing something different.  That's really the only way I ever see people as "failing."  I don't think quitting a job or moving or changing something is failing.  I think gaining new experiences and change are valuable.  I would much rather have a life filled with new, different experiences that challenged me than one where I had one or two or even three long term jobs.

This student also kind of thinks similarly with relationships, that I should get married and have kids, you know, the old settle down routine.  I'm not entirely against this but I'm not really for it either.  I think relationships, almost all of them, are valuable.  Sometimes they last and sometimes they don't.  I think it's good to have long term ones, but I don't equate one major long term one as success and the lack of that as failure.  Sometimes I want to want what everyone else wants, like I want to want to live the traditional life of marriage, family, and a stable singular job, but I really don't want it.  I used to be annoyed at myself sometimes for not wanting these things and most people don't understand why I don't want them.  I just accept it as it is at this point.  I don't want to have these things because I can't think of something better to do or because I'm too scared to live the life I want to have.  I don't think there is anything inherently wrong with marriage, children, and a single stable job and if they happen for me then they do but if they don't then right now I am perfectly satisfied with them not happening. 

I value experience and living out the ideas you want.  Quality time in a life of your own design filled with however you want to spend your time, whether it be working, in a hammock on a beach, reading, writing, with friends, family, or whatever you want...I think it is all valid.  I think if you can see what you want and you can go for it, whether you "succeed" or "fail" then that is valuable and that those two terms don't really exist.  But living a life chained to those two terms and letting them decide your feelings or your way of life is ridiculous.  Living a life conditioned by society and wanting things because you're told to want them as opposed to inherently wanting them, to me, is absurd or, probably more accurately, a lack of creative thought.  If you really want them though, the things society tells you to want, then that's great.  But if you're not sure what you want and you go after the things society tells you to want, then that might not end up fulfilling you.  I think you should figure out what fulfills you or search for it, and that search in and of itself is valuable.

Watches & How Not To Be Alone

I got a new Shark watch.  These things are awesome.  Yea, I know, no one has a watch because we all have cellphones, but I felt uber hypocritical telling my students no cellphones in class (which they don't listen to me about anyway...) and yet looking at my cellphone all the time to check the time.  Alas, I have a new watch.  I feel so 1990s.

Great article by a great author: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/09/opinion/sunday/how-not-to-be-alone.html?src=me&ref=general&_r=0

Is technology taking us away from traditional social interaction?  This debate has gone on ad nauseam it seems (or maybe I've just slayed myself with redundancy by asking this question millions of times in my classes - oh hyperbole!).  Yes, of course technology keeps us "alone"  - it gives us a place to hide when needed, social interaction in a non-traditional way, mental stimulation, and (questionable) knowledge.  I was telling my students about the phone game whereby when you go to dinner with friends or family or random passers-by (hey it could happen) and everyone puts their cellphones in the middle of the table.  The first person to reach for his or her cellphone has to pay for everyone's dinner.  It's such a good idea (but I also thought my idea of "Carlo Rossi Sangri Hands" as a replacement for Edward Forty Hands was a good idea so maybe we shouldn't trust my judgment).  I think technology is just another way form of instant gratification (unless something is wrong with a device and then it becomes instant frustration).

That was my ramble and I'm sticking to it.

Somewhere Astray

I was thinking the other day how most of the time we can't see the paths laid out before us.  Like much of our lives comes from decisions we don't choose.  Some decisions are ours, like we can choose whether or not we go to college and where we go, what we eat for dinner, where we vacation, but even some of that is beyond us.  Maybe we don't get into the college we wanted or maybe our budget limits where we go on vacation or even whether we can even go to college.  Many of our decisions are decided or at least constrained by fate.  Sometimes our decisions are framed by others, by family, friends, partners, etc.; what they decide affects us also.  Most of the years up until we are eighteen are framed by large decisions not completely our own.

I was thinking this because right now I can see how things would be if I went a certain way in my life; I can see what my life will become.  And I think that's weird and it's rare because most of the time we don't really actively get to see and decide upon our live paths, we just make decisions and have decisions in our lives made for us by whatever makes up the universe and by those in our lives and we react to those decisions.  We don't have this big chance to accurately reflect on what lays before us and decide if this is how we want our lives to be.  Our lives happen and we live them; rarely do we see before us the paths to choose or not to choose and what our lives could become.  That's not to say we're not happy with what we have, perhaps we are and perhaps we're not.  I'm more saying that most of the time, I think we make decisions or have decisions made for us by fate or those we know but we don't see or think about the consequences of those decisions or how they decide our futures, because maybe those decisions seem small or maybe we don't have a choice in them, so why even contemplate what doesn't give you a choice?

A few months ago I was talking to a friend and I was saying how I felt that my life would significantly change in a few years and I had this feeling that like now was the time to do whatever I wanted, as if my freedom would be diminished within a few years.  I felt the figurative walls of life closing in on me already, even though my life is so open now and nothing is really hindering me.  But when I think of what my life could be in a few years, I don't want any of it.  I don't want the path I see before me. 

I visited my old neighbor in Napoli years ago when I was in college.  He was retired but looking for something fun and entrepreneurial to do since he had the time and the energy.  He wanted to do something with young people to feel alive and live vicariously through their youth and energy.  He had this nice apartment with a great view and he had this one room, an extra room, but it was basically filled almost to the ceiling with stuff.  I just felt...so sad...and empty...looking at all that stuff.  He told me how he could have married this one woman back in the day and that now she was married with all these kids and that could have been him.  I could tell he was looking back on it, reflecting, and wondering if he had made the right decision.  I remember him saying that he was happy with his life and that he felt he had made the right choice.  But I remember thinking that there was something missing there...something empty and hollow in that room that was filled but held nothing.

I think of material possessions and money (after basic needs are met) as distractions.  I think that memories, knowledge, and experiences are what gives lives value.  It's the bonds we have with each other and the things we know, the kindnesses we give (though sometimes we don't give them, myself included), that matter the most.   I don't want the predictable life that I see everyone having here and except for rare moments, I've never wanted that life.  But I also don't want a room filled with stuff.  I guess in the end, I don't want an empty life but I don't want a life filled with what most people fill it with.  So I see those paths and I wander somewhere astray.

It's the Little Things...

I thought I'd write about the small things that make me happy so that if I'm ever down, I can look here and maybe a smile will peak its way out.  So the obvious things like family, friends, travel, etc, they can't be on this list because they're big parts of my life that make me happy.  I want to write about the small things, maybe the things that we sometimes forget, that make me happy.

1. When I think something to myself and inadvertently smile.  (I guess making yourself happy is a bit narcissistic but meh...Sometimes I'm walking and I think something ridiculous and I say to myself, "Katie, that's stupid."  And I giggle)

2. A smile from a stranger.  Ha, I know this is trite.  And I don't mean those lewd smiles gentlemen give you because that is gross.  The other week I was at CVS and this kid in a stroller (who I daresay was too big to be in a stroller, but not my bidness) was throwing a mini-tantrum while his mom or grandma (can't tell age and relation to small child) was getting ready to pay and she wasn't paying him any mind so he looked at me and I looked at him and our eyes locked for a few minutes and he smiled and pointed to something.  Then he said something to me in kid language and I smiled back.  Then his mom had paid and he left. 

3. Perfect grammar on a paper a student hands in.  I know this world is populated with "u"s and "tmw"s and whatnot, but I'm your English teacher and you're writing something for class, not a text.  I like those papers that have good grammar.  Ha, incidentally, I don't mind wanna and gonna in texts but I loathe "u"s...don't know why.  My mom is also a waaaaay cooler texter than I am.  Speaking of...

4. Mom texts make me happy. 

5. When the subway comes right as you show up on the platform.

6. Ha - when the G line comes within 5 minutes on the weekend or at night (I don't think this ever really happens though)

7. Finding a dress under $20 that I really like (ok, fine, it's superficial.   Stop judging)

8. the smell of coffee from Cafe Grumpy when I open the bag of ground coffee to spoon some into my coffee press mug

9. when someone apologizes for being late and actually means it

10. cute little figurines like this: http://www.kidrobot.com/ShopAll/DesignerToys/MiniFigures/PostApocalypseDunnySeries3Inch.html

11. a well-placed witty and cutting retort.  Really only my sister can do this on a regular basis.  Everyone else in my immediate family can but not with the same alacrity.

12. Vegan, gluten-free coconut chocolate cupcakes with frosting a la Cerissa.

13. Making another person food and then they eat everything that I cooked because it was either really good or they were just that hungry.

14. Sometimes, not so much though, there is a really quiet moment either really early in the day or in the afternoon, where everyone seems to have not woken up yet or everyone is taking like a midday siesta, either mentally or literally, and it's just a perfect calm, tranquil moment or two.  I used to get this almost every workday when I would walk to Cafe Grumpy before work to get a macchiato or a latte but then I stopped waking up early so that doesn't really happen anymore.  But it was super nice when it did.

Economics & Life Cycles

Finally alive after about two months of workdeath.  Life is a continuous flow of ups and downs, no?  It's funny because tonight in class I was substituting and I'm having students in both of my classes (and also the class I subbed tonight) do this project in groups or pairs where they research an American historical event and present it to the class.  One group in the morning class and one group in the evening class did the Great Depression.  One question from a class member after the group presented on the Great Depression was if it was similar to the recession we are in now and so I had to explain how economies go through ups and downs and are cyclical just like life.  Everything has it's moments of goodness and ease and it's contrary hardships and sacrifices.  Can we say austerity?  Not a good plan...hello Latin America...and what is it Italy now doing economic austerity, too?  Idk...I stopped studying politics years ago and now hide under mounds of fiction.  Ok, but my point being that even economists who go to school for years upon years and get paid (I think) decently can't accurately predict the cycles so I guess we shouldn't be disheartened that we can't predict our own happiness-sadness cycles in life.  Plus, watching the documentary Happy, it said that studies show that people are actually happier during and/ or after times of adversity.  I guess difficulties give us a sense of what we really have and we appreciate our lives more when things are tough.  When you lose something or possibly could lose it, you see the value it holds for you.  Well, maybe you do anyway...my life is nothing but maybe.

During class, I rubbed my eye and I caught an eyelash on my finger.  And you know how when you get an eyelash, you should make a wish and blow it away...Usually I just wish for contentment or tranquility or for the happiness of someone I care about.  I know, I know, not very original.  But tonight, I just wished to want nothing.  It would be so nice to just want to have or think of or have hope for nothing.  Life would be simpler then, no?  Ha, but the irony of wishing for nothing (basically wanting to not want or wishing to not wish) still stands before me.  Life you win again.  Oh, how you always win...Or maybe no one wins...and no one loses...one just lives.

I might, shockingly, have a few days off soon.

I think our expectations just might ruin us.  I'm not going to qualify that statement.  Just going to leave it out there like a waving flag on fire and see what happens.

Mission: Impossible

Sometimes I feel like the oldest person in the universe who knows absolutely nothing about anything.  But I don't say this in a defeated way, more in a musing and amused sort of manner. 

My body is completely rebelling against me - I won't lament.  What's the point?  There are ups and downs in everything.  Now is just a down.  And hey, even if the ups never come back and my injuries never heal, well then that's ok, too.

I have a weird relationship with time.  I feel like most of us do because it's so difficult to comprehend.  Some days fly past as if in a race and some days go so slow it's like the last part of molasses being poured out of the jar. But, numerically and minute-wise, they're the same.  It just doesn't make any sense.  I have a weird relationship with change, too.  Sometimes I want to embrace it and I love when routine is destroyed, vanquished by something fresh and seemingly spontaneous.  But then, contrapuntally, change can seem a danger, a hazard to my carefully constructed haven of a world.  It's difficult sometimes, to reconcile it all.  To understand it, well, sometimes that just seems impossible.

Everything is quiet and tranquil now.  Spring might actually be emerging and with it, some peaceful and quiet days. 

Some good, fun things I have had my students do are the following:

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/jtypes2.asp
(yay for INFJs)

http://www.astrology-online.com/persn.htm

http://www.iqtest.com/prep.html?test=final

Translation Magic

It's interesting how malleable languages are: they adapt to fit us and what we want to say, but they also constrain us in their structures and limit us with their vocabulary.

Today, I had my students do one of my favorite assignments.  I've given it maybe twice in the past and it's a task I do on my own, too.  I let them choose a poem in their native language and then they translate it.  After they finish, they read the poem in their native languages and then in English.  It's kind of strange, but usually when they first start reading in their native languages, they laugh or giggle, as if embarrassed to be speaking their native language in class.  But I always find the language the poem composed in to be so much more fluid and falling easily off the tongue then when it's spoken in English.

The students usually do really well on this assignment, no matter what their English level is.  I know I can't tell what the poem is saying in their native language because my students are from all over the world, but even when I listen to their translations, the poems are beautiful.

Some things are lost in translation, and somethings are given a certain magic when translated.

Volunteering & Vegetarianism

Life goals...I don't have any...And I don't want them so take the prospect of them away!!!!!!!

Ok, just kidding.  Kind of.  The other day, after months of lackluster ambition, I suddenly had a windfall of it.  Apparently, my brain decided it was like New Years resolution time before April Fools Day (gotta love the irony there).  So, I made a bunch of resolutions. 

One of them is to volunteer at least once a week.  I found newyorkcares.org which is awesome because you can volunteer whenever you want.  You go to an orientation, then you search through their volunteer projects and find a day and time that work for you.  You don't have to commit to going more than one time to a project and they have a bunch of options.  I've already been to two.  The first was coloring with first graders and the second was talking English with immigrants. 

I've volunteered on and off ever since high school.  Sometimes volunteering sucks, not going to lie.  Maybe the people you work with you don't particularly like or maybe the assignment sucks or maybe it's just not you for some reason, but more often than not, it's pretty good.  I did data entry in a hospital as a teenager (suuuuuucked - so boring), Berkeley Youth Alternatives (such a good group - the kids were great), Cal Corps for a weekend in the Tenderloin in SF (also awesome), WorldTeach (one of the biggest learning experiences of my life), interning at Human Rights Watch (look at me copy things!  But still a great learning experience and exposure to so much knowledge it was ridiculous), School on Wheels in CA (I didn't do this for very long but it is a really great organization), and Nuevos Horizontes in Guatemala (really, really good group!  The kids are so sweet and I can't even put into words what a perspective I gained from it).  I'll provide links because all these organizations could always have more help :)

I don't think of volunteering as good or bad.  It just kind of is.  When I'm really busy, I don't have the energy to volunteer.  Working with kids always makes me feel good because they are just naturally themselves and that makes you be yourself.  I feel that (this is probably going to be a bad metaphor like all my metaphors are...I apologize in advance) volunteering is like my vegetarianism/ quasi-veganism: it's just part of who I am, not good, not bad.  I never really liked meat as a kid.  I would take the pork out of the pork and potato casserole my mom made.  I hated fish because it smelled bad and refused to eat it.  I even took the cheese off my pizza as a kid (I know, who does that, right?  Apparently, me).  I never really liked eggs.  I just kind of accept that I'm a vegetarian not out of some moral disposition but because, hey I just don't really want to eat meat and dairy and I aren't the best of friends.  I like sweet things, though, and if you get between me and chocolate, you will end up with injuries.  But yea, volunteering is the same - it's just part of who I am.  Not good, not bad.  Just is.

Links!  Support these places because they are AWESOME!!
http://www.byaonline.org/
http://publicservice.berkeley.edu/
http://www.hrw.org/
http://www.worldteach.org/
http://www.schoolonwheels.org/
http://www.ahnh.org/
http://www.newyorkcares.org/

Beginning in an Old City

I moved back to New York.  I wasn't really expecting it, but alas, here I am.  Emmet the cat says hi.

I think the world has thrown me upside down, as I'm sure it does most, if not all, people.  I was thinking and planning my life according to one way and ohhowthingshavechanged!  The last two years have been unforeseen craziness in a good way, but nothing I had ever planned for.  My life hithereto had been somewhat organized and with a plan: college, more college, some travel involved, and then workworkwork.  But somehow I found myself in Madrid, then NJ, then Xela, then NJ again, and now here in the city.  Before Madrid, I had really thought I was going to remain where I was, in Los Angeles, and spend my life there.  Now, not even two years later, I find myself in New York after multiple continents.

In January, I thought I would save money and travel some more but then I changed my mind and decided to remain in the city. And like WHAM, I had a job, and now this great place in Greenpoint (back to Brooklyn!) with two cats (again Emmet says hi and Murray is exemplifying the point that cats are antisocial and in his room).  I am so appreciative and happy for my new job and where I'm at.  I am just amazed.  Really and truly amazed.