the back of the Kansas quarter is definitely my favorite.
Yesterday the temperature here got up to 46 degrees, and everyone was bouncing off the walls. I was so excited about spring that I went on a long run and applied to work at a bike shop along the way. I have come to the realization that life does not become a matter of weighty decision--I am young and I have time to mess up big time. Head starts are for suckers, right? I am still sort of perplexed by middle-aged folks who manage to make upwards of $60,000 per year...how did so many manage the transition from directionless hippies "liberating" food from the grocery store to people who can actually stand on their own two feet (in brand-name dress shoes, no less?) I can't remember if I wrote about this before, but my brother convinced me awhile ago that we both had fallen for the biggest joke of all time: liberal arts. It's a mammoth white lie, and companies are expected to play along. "oh you've studied anthropology AND the solar system? why, you're well-rounded! we need people like you to give us the bigger picture!" HOW WAS I SO NAIEVE. It's tough, growing up as upper class white kids and going to an upper class white kid school give us this impression that somehow, some way, we will continue this sort of existence. Sure, there may be a long hiatus--a novel exploration of the depths of poverty during our twenties--but sooner or later we will eventually return to our roots. Or so we have come to believe. Forgive my relentless cynicism, I am a "latte-drinking liberal" after all.
I am only taking two classes, and I have discovered an entirely new existence at Macalester. I have time to do the things I say I am going to do, and I have fun doing them. Maaaaannnnn I don't know how I got roped into this bike shop thing, but it is so, so fun to meet all of these people all over the Cities who have so much enthusiasm and so many great ideas. Andy Singer, a big-deal bike cartoonist, was at our meeting and seemed mildly irritated that I was so excited to meet him. Darn, I forgot you're supposed to act casual around celebrities. Too often I am too transparent in my emotions (I think) but usually I don't have anything all that hideous to hide.
On Friday the school hosted a big formal dance, and everyone came out shining bright. I lost my phone, and someone turned it in with my lip balm scotch-taped to the outside. I love this place.
I am going to San Franciscoooooooooooooooooooo
Yesterday the temperature here got up to 46 degrees, and everyone was bouncing off the walls. I was so excited about spring that I went on a long run and applied to work at a bike shop along the way. I have come to the realization that life does not become a matter of weighty decision--I am young and I have time to mess up big time. Head starts are for suckers, right? I am still sort of perplexed by middle-aged folks who manage to make upwards of $60,000 per year...how did so many manage the transition from directionless hippies "liberating" food from the grocery store to people who can actually stand on their own two feet (in brand-name dress shoes, no less?) I can't remember if I wrote about this before, but my brother convinced me awhile ago that we both had fallen for the biggest joke of all time: liberal arts. It's a mammoth white lie, and companies are expected to play along. "oh you've studied anthropology AND the solar system? why, you're well-rounded! we need people like you to give us the bigger picture!" HOW WAS I SO NAIEVE. It's tough, growing up as upper class white kids and going to an upper class white kid school give us this impression that somehow, some way, we will continue this sort of existence. Sure, there may be a long hiatus--a novel exploration of the depths of poverty during our twenties--but sooner or later we will eventually return to our roots. Or so we have come to believe. Forgive my relentless cynicism, I am a "latte-drinking liberal" after all.
I am only taking two classes, and I have discovered an entirely new existence at Macalester. I have time to do the things I say I am going to do, and I have fun doing them. Maaaaannnnn I don't know how I got roped into this bike shop thing, but it is so, so fun to meet all of these people all over the Cities who have so much enthusiasm and so many great ideas. Andy Singer, a big-deal bike cartoonist, was at our meeting and seemed mildly irritated that I was so excited to meet him. Darn, I forgot you're supposed to act casual around celebrities. Too often I am too transparent in my emotions (I think) but usually I don't have anything all that hideous to hide.
On Friday the school hosted a big formal dance, and everyone came out shining bright. I lost my phone, and someone turned it in with my lip balm scotch-taped to the outside. I love this place.
I am going to San Franciscoooooooooooooooooooo
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