Neil deGrasse Tyson is one of my favorite humans, ever.
Neil deGrasse Tyson is one of my favorite humans, ever.
I’m not sure being a “teacher” was every on my bucket list. It’s not for a lack of respect… that’s for sure. I’ve known several teachers very well in my life and I know that the amount that they go through, what they contribute to our society’s children and what they are compensated financially and otherwise is completely imbalanced. To be frank, I never thought I was cut out for the job.
However, as I’ve moved back to MA and have been in a career/job transition period, my cousin who is a senior administrator at a local high school asked me to substitute while I was figuring out my next job. I was hesitant at first but figured I’d give it a try. So, I applied.
Driving back from a promising job interview this week, I got a call that I sent to voicemail. The local high school wanted me to come in and substitute this week.
My first reaction was “Sweet! Adventure! Extra money!” Then I thought about what a shit head I was in high school and thought about the load of karma I was about to receive. I got very nervous!
However, today I went in, covered a full day of Biology for a bunch of sophomores, and it went great! Pretty easy. The kids respected me for the most part and when I needed to check them, it worked.
It just goes to show… sometimes you just need to say “yes” to what life brings you.
Now for something a little bit.. darker… maybe less sentimental…. or sentimental in a sweet way.
I was watching SNL, which I normally don’t do so much anymore, because Lena Dunham was on. I really enjoy the show Girls on HBO, so I decided to tune in to see how she did. I suppose her performance as a host was pretty good, but I really was struck by The National. I am ashamed to have never heard them before!
I tweeted to my friends on Twitter to see what songs I should listen to. So many people responded with their favorite songs. I saved all of them on Spotify and I really like them all.
If you haven’t listened to The National yet, here’s your chance. Enjoy!
If you’re lucky, you have a place that you can go to, whether physical or internal, that is consistently grounding. These are the kinds of places that you go when you need a sort of silence or honesty that eludes you in your day to day life. The kinds of places that remind you who you really are, what you’re really doing on this free-floating rock in space and what really matters. I am so incredibly grateful to have my grandparents and their home in Maine as my place of real groundedness.
I realize that I don’t write enough posts about my fur-child, Cerna. So here you go. Two videos of him being a spaz and me encouraging it.
He’s wicked cute though.
Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your soul to. Something stands out and makes the moment unique. A profound multidimensional clarity resembling a piece of carefully gathered stardust; As if you are whispering “finally” and your eyes fill with light and spontaneity. As if you do not care whether your heart will melt or crumble in the process because your brief courage undoes your tremendous fear of disbelief. You live for these moments; For you are, maybe for one second or more, sweetly forced to surrender yourself to unconditional intimacy. A moment of psychological reward smashing all self-imposed disciplines founded on terror. This is all you need.
~ Anais Nin
I’m not moved easily by too many R&B singers. I love R&B, but so many of them sound alike. I actually have always really liked Michael Buble. His voice is amazing and he’s personable.
However, there’s a new voice on the block and it belongs to Sam Smith. Just… listen.
Yes, I have tried to sing his songs and I cannot come even close to his range. It’s literally unbelievable.
He is a solo artist and is also on some songs with Disclosure. I suggest looking him up and keeping an eye on this rising star. He’s only 21!
Last March, I was standing at my desk in Boulder, Colorado when I heard the Boston Marathon bombings had occurred. I couldn’t believe it. I was heart broken, frightened and had to call and email every person I knew and cared about back home to make sure they were alright, that they weren’t running, they weren’t watching, they weren’t hurt. As the days went by and the manhunt continued, I’d choke back tears every morning as I watched the news about the survivors, the witnesses and the city grieving, seeking revenge and coming to grips with what happened.
I wanted to be there so badly. I had been to many marathons. I’ve watched people I cared deeply for cross that finish-line after the hardest months of training in their life. I pictured myself there every single day for a while after the attacks.
This year I am committed to going and watching the Boston Marathon. I’m here in Massachusetts, there’s no reason for me not to go. No matter what I do, where I am, I’ll be present and mindful on the next Boston Marathon Day. I’ve never felt more connected to my home than that day.
I still try to share as much good music that I discover as possible, yet Facebook can be kind of a bitch with it’s algorithm and what it actually winds up showing friends. So, I figured I’d just post this latest video/song that I’m obsessed with. Actually, I discovered Chvrches just before I left Boulder and they really were a great band to listen to while driving cross country. I love the lead singer’s voice.
So, I made it. I’m back on the East Coast. My place of origin. It was strange to just drive for so many miles and to come to the places where you began a long time ago. The unfamiliar starts to become familiar. For a second it’s new, then it you realize afterwards that it’s all the same, in some way. It isn’t the world and our surroundings that change so much, it’s us that change constantly.
I just drove until I couldn’t drive East anymore. I can still go up or down the coast, but it’s a good boundary to hit the ocean and know that’s it… it’s time to stop for a little while.