You're the piece of gold that flushes all my soul.

[raybear]

So much for a trip to Evanston. There's always tomorrow. Which works out better anyway, since I have an afternoon meeting in Rogers Park. No reason to travel to Canada twice in one week. Hey, remember when we called it Canada? I should look up other local slang from two years ago and start re-using it.

This morning in the bathroom I realized I was keeping my homoepathic anti-SAD mouth spray on the shelf next to my spray cologne. That is just asking for trouble.

I had this thought in the shower today that perhaps I'm in the wrong line of work. Or rather, I maybe have some interests (and possible skills) that are being underutilized. I did a little research on the Center for Conflict Resolution, and they have a weeklong 40 hour intensive training on becoming a mediator and it costs a lot of money. But if you apply for it with the intent of becoming a volunteer, I can get a scholarship. Then I would commit to working 2 times a month for a year and a half for no pay (though I would get experience and contacts). And if ever renege in the 18 months, I'd have to pay for the training. But I still wasn't totally scared off. It might be an interesting part-time job, being a mediator, to supplement writing. I should research if it would be somewhat useless as an enterprise though, without the accompanying law degree.

I'm about to go to the movie theater that's only 4 blocks away from me, for the first time since I moved here nearly 2 years ago. It's an almost-second run theater, and primarily shows kids films and blockbuster films that don't interest me. But currently it's showing King Kong. I wonder how many people will be in the theater besides me at 2:15 on a Tuesday afternoon several weeks after a movie was released? I should go pack my banana chips.

I just realized I'm bringing banana chips to the gorilla movie. That's almost funny. Not as funny as when I asked drinkasyoupour on Saturday night, after she spent fifteen intense minutes of peeling the pummelo, if she was "enjoying the fruits of her labor". Even I make ridiculous jokes sometimes. I'm only human.

Comments

[raybear.livejournal.com]

she wasn't there -- unless she came in after me and left before me. i think there were just two other guys there. one of who answered is cell phone in the first minute of the movie, prompting me to turn around and say loudly "go outside".

[raybear.livejournal.com]

but i might go to narnia next week, and i'll look for her then!!!

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

The last time I peeled a pomelo, I was crabby and exhausted. And I probably would've punched you in the nose for that pun.

[drinkasyoupour.livejournal.com]

I was not crabby and exhausted. I was pleased and loving. It was this weird maternal moment, peeling that pomelo for ray. My mom and grandmother always used to peel them for me.

[drinkasyoupour.livejournal.com]

why does "peeling the pummelo" sound dirty?

[raybear.livejournal.com]

it does. and why are there eight spelling of the word but i still got it wrong? dictionary.com lists pomelo, pompelmous, pumelo, and shaddock, because it comes from a shaddock tree. and the latin plant name? Citrus maxima. "Peeling the citrus maxima" definitely sounds dirty.

[wearemany.livejournal.com]

hey, so it turns out one of my mom's hippie friends basically invented modern mediation. he's a nice man who always wears these floppy hats that look like they came from barbara hershey's closet. i'm sure if you wanted to talk w/ him about his job, he'd be happy to tell you more.

can we make a catch-up date soon?

[raybear.livejournal.com]

yes, to a catch up date! though this week my digestive system has been in turmoil, which makes phone calls awkward. later this weekend? or next week when you're back from NY? i'll buzz you on IM sometime