Many Little Things

Sometimes I don’t write a post here because I have so many little things rattling around in my head and no thematic or structural way to tie them all together into a pleasing and cohesive whole and I can’t decide which of the many things is important enough to warrant its own post and then I am paralyzed with inaction. JUST LIKE HAMLET. These are the burdens of being a literary-academic-type person.  Life is hard.
At any rate, I am going to buck convention like the loose cannon I am and give you a list of ranjom junk.  ONWARD!
1. As much as I have turned a corner and become a fit and sporty girl recently, I find that in many areas I am still a bit of a fraud. Example: bicycle tires.  I am not, apparently, even capable of buying the correct pump for my bike tires.  I tried to top off a tire the other day and I think I managed to let more air out than I actually put in.  I suspect I may need a new tube, but Reader, do you think I know how to change a tube? I do not. Bike shop it is.  Maybe the strapping young gentleman there can teach me a thing or two about pumping my tubes. OOPS!
2. In forther sports-related nonsense (Look, if you’re not interested in my attempts at sporting, you may want to tune out for a while), I think I need to at least briefly take a Swimming for Fitness or Swimming for Triathlon class if I am going to get my form correct.  I found one locally and I don’t even have to be a member of that gym to sign up for the class.  Excellent, right? Except it meets at 5:00 AM. As in five o’clock in the morning. On the same days I teach, no less. I may wait until January for this because at least then I won’t be teaching those days, but either way, OMG. Five in the morning.  Hold me.
3. The job market postings are out and I am busily perusing.  Unfortunately, the number one item on The List is going to be pretty hard to accomplish this year as a grand total of ONE job is located on the West Coast and it is not anywhere near the areas I was hoping to find myself.  Nonetheless I will soldier on, applying for that one job and all the other less desirably located ones. Someone please hire me, KTHXBAI.
4. My cinema-loving friends have been dragging me out to see movies in the actual cinema lately, and I have to admit it has been almost an embarrassment of riches.  Zombieland and Whip It were both unexpectedly great and Where The Wild Things Are comes out this weekend.  I can’t wait!  I do have a confession about that one, though: while everybody is busy jizzing their pants about Where The Wild Things Are because it was (apparently/allegedly) EVERYONE’S favorite childhood book (really? I mean, I kind of don’t believe that’s true), I have to say I never really cared about that book as a kid.  I think by the time I was aware of its existence I was already beyond it in terms of reading level. I’m solely excited about the film because of the awesome conjunction of Dave Eggers and Spike Jonze and because the aesthetics of the trailer seem awesome.  There, I said it.

Sometimes I don’t write a post here because I have so many little things rattling around in my head and no thematic or structural way to tie them all together into a pleasing and cohesive whole and I can’t decide which of the many things is important enough to warrant its own post and then I am paralyzed with inaction. JUST LIKE HAMLET. These are the burdens of being a literary-academic-type person.  Life is hard.

At any rate, I am going to buck convention like the loose cannon I am and give you a list of random junk.

ONWARD!

1. As much as I have turned a corner and become a fit and sporty girl recently, I find that in many areas I am still a bit of a fraud. Example: bicycle tires.  I am not, apparently, even capable of buying the correct pump for my bike tires.  I tried to top off a tire the other day and I think I managed to let more air out than I actually put in.  I suspect I may need a new tube, but Reader, do you think I know how to change a tube? I do not. Bike shop it is.  Maybe the strapping young gentleman there can teach me a thing or two about pumping my tubes. [Oh yes, I did.]

2. In further sports-related nonsense (Look, if you’re not interested in my attempts at sporting, you may want to tune out for a while), I think I need to at least briefly take a “Swimming for Fitness” or “Swimming for Triathlon” class if I am going to get my form correct.  I found one locally and I don’t even have to be a member of that gym to sign up for the class.  Excellent, right? Except it meets at 5:00 AM. As in five o’clock in the morning. On the same days I teach, no less. I may wait until January for this because at least then I won’t be teaching those days, but either way, OMG. Five in the morning.  Hold me.

3. The job market postings are out and I am dutifully perusing.  Unfortunately, the number one item on The List is going to be pretty hard to accomplish this year as a grand total of ONE job is located on the West Coast and it is not anywhere near the areas I was hoping to find myself.  Nonetheless I will soldier on, applying for that one job and all the other less desirably located ones. Someone please hire me, KTHXBAI.

4. My cinema-loving friends have been dragging me out to see movies in the actual cinema lately, and I have to admit it has been almost an embarrassment of riches.  Zombieland and Whip It were both unexpectedly great and Where The Wild Things Are comes out this weekend.  I can’t wait!  I do have a confession about that one, though: while everybody is busy jizzing their pants about Where The Wild Things Are because it was (apparently/allegedly) EVERYONE’S favorite childhood book (really? I mean, I kind of don’t believe that’s true), I have to say I never really cared about that book as a kid.  I think by the time I was aware of its existence I was already beyond it in terms of reading level. I’m solely excited about the film because of the awesome conjunction of Dave Eggers and Spike Jonze and because the aesthetics of the trailer seem awesome.  There, I said it.

6 Comments

  1. Here, here. Here, here. I’m hoping the job list plumps up at the end of the year, like a marinated chicken breast. That’s officially the worst simile ever constructed, and a perfect representation of how tired I am right now. Perhaps I should just stay in bed until Where The Wild Things Are comes out!

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  2. 5 am swim class makes me want to weep, for you. I am very excited about the movies this weekend as well, since The Boy is with his grandparents & Philly & I can go without having to fork over a small fortune to a baby-sitter. Yay! I can’t even GET Philly to look at job listings he is so pessimistic. So I’m doing it for him. Oy.

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  3. I don’t actually remember reading Where the Wild Things Are, and even if I had, I don’t think I would have identified b/c I was a total good girl and never understood why kids ran away from home — wouldn’t that make your parents MAD?

    However, I DO remember one day in gym class where the teacher turned the lights off and gave us flashlights and a bunch of props and that book was the theme. We ran around for an hour (or however long elementary gym class was) acting like the Wild Things. At the time I thought it was amazing and creative. Now, I realize the teacher was just sick of coming up with shit for us to do.

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  4. E – I’m cracking up about your marinated chicken breast metaphor. That’s better than anything I could come up with!

    C – Good luck to Philly on the job market. I hope you guys are enjoying your kid-free time!

    K – That sounds really fun, actually. I wonder if it would be frowned upon if I made my college students do that one day….HMMMM…

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  5. I completely agree with everything you said about Where the Wild Things Are. I wouldn’t have selected this book for an adaptation, but what’s been done seems appealing.

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