Greetings,
No, this post is not about Toy Story, or Buzz Lightyear either, for that matter. I just like the expression - completely irrational though it may be.
I started my online math class today. This is the class that I need to complete in order to qualify for the IBEW Apprenticeship program. I am very excited about this. Being an electrician might not be the most glamorous job out there, but I have always been an electronics geek, and I will be able to make an HONEST living doing this kind of work. Don't get me wrong, I've never participated in any illegal activity as my means of making a living, but to me it just seems like going out and spending your 8 hours building something with your hands is a much more honest way to make a living than say... selling insurance. (I was going to go into a little bit more detail on that, but I think that in this case the simplicity of the juxtaposition works swimmingly)
In other news, I'm still 30. No getting around that one. I don't know... I don't think I really have that much of a problem with it, but it's the little things that get to me. For example, my band played at Bloomsday this morning, which is an annual road race here in the Inland Northwest that, in the last 31 years, has grown to draw over 60,000 people each year. It's kind of a big deal. Just about everyone I know who lives here has done the race at least once. I have only walked it... once... when I was in 5th grade. I was thinking about that this morning, and I was astounded at the fact that the last/only time I've participated in Bloomsday was 20 years ago! Amazing.
The show this morning went well by the way. I haven't played and sang on a Sunday morning in over four years, so it seems as though this morning was all about nostalgia - although this morning I had a little Irish coffee to wake my voice up (a luxury I didn't have the last time I played and sang on Sunday mornings).
Speaking of Sunday mornings... I am re-reading a book right now called Life of Pi by Yann Martel. It is a novel that is supposedly based on a true story - and I say supposedly because the story is so incredible that it is quite hard to believe that it actually happened - about a young Indian boy who survives adrift in the Pacific Ocean in a lifeboat with no food or water, and a 450 lb Bengal tiger for a companion, for over six months (I told you it was a little hard to swallow). Anyway, I am re-reading it because one of the quirky things about the boy (aside from his astonishing predicament) is the fact that he considers himself to be fully committed to the Hindu, Christian, and Muslim faiths - all three. The last time I read this book, I had a much more fundamentalist Christian worldview, so I wanted to read it again to see if I can glean some perspective out of it that I might have missed before. I'll let you know how that turns out. BTW, if you're looking for something to read, it is a very good story.
Well, I think that's about all I have for right now. Thanks for reading.
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1 comment:
Yeah. You're old.
Although, when I first met you, you were almost 20 and I was 15. The age gap seemed a bit larger then. Maybe I'm old too. Or something.
I've seen the Life of Pi in airport bookstores a million times, but never thought about picking it up. It sounds bizarre - my second favorite adjective (you just can't beat awkward) - I think I'll add it to the list.
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