On Books

Someone emailed and asked what I’d been reading and it occurred to me that I haven’t blogged about that in ages. So, here goes.

I just finished “Oscar and Lucinda” by Peter Carrey. It took me quite awhile to read, which I suppose is not unsurprising due to the fact that it is quite long, but longer than I had expected. It was engrossing and the ended somehow came as a surprise, though once I read it, I immediately felt I should have guessed. Anyway, it was a fascinating history of England and Australia and a rather romantic love story in the end. I own several books by Carrey but this is the first I’ve gotten around to reading, so there are more to look forward to.

I also finally read Timeline by Michael Crichton. The movie was rather crap, with some extremely bad acting by Billy Connolly, however who can pass up a story about archaeology and time travel? Apparently not a former archaeology student. I found the book in a Starbucks in Edinburgh, near the university, sitting neglected on a chair and somehow have traveled around the world with it. The storyline was interesting but I found the writing pretty annoying. Such is life with airplane paperbacks, I suppose.

I have recently read both “Freakonomics” by Steven Dl Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner and “Blink” by Malcolm Gladwell. They were similar, in that they use science and social science to explain life. I found them both entertaining and the ideas are quite interesting, though they are science-lite. “Blink” discusses how our minds think and how we use our snap judgments to our detriment and to our advantage.

I reread “Prince Caspian” by C.S. Lewis, of the Narnia series, that I haven’t read since I was a child. I reread “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” while I was working at Poly and it is amazing how fascinating I still find well-written children’s literature. “Prince Caspian” didn’t contain as much in the away of Christian imagery, but it is quite a good adventure. I also read "The Magician's Nephew" which wasn't as good as I remember it. It was an interesting story about the creation of Narnia, but as adventures go, it wasn't much of one. Sadly, these were the only two Narnia books I picked up (for free no less!) in Thailand, so no more Narnia until I visit Canada again.

“The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories” is a collection of poems and illustrations by Tim Burton. They were very amusing and macabre. My favourite:

The Girl Who Turned into a Bed

It happened that day
She picked some strange pussy willow.
Her head swelled up white
And soft as a pillow.

Her skin, which had turned
All flaky and rotten,
Was now replaced
With 100% cotton.
Through her organs and torso
She sprouted like wings,
A beautiful set
Of mattress and springs.

It was so terribly strange
That I started to weep.
But at least after that
I had a nice place to sleep.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this one before. “The Friar and the Cipher” by Lawrence & Nancy Goldstone took me ages to read because it was borrowed from friends and I didn’t want to get it covered in sand at the beach on holiday. Then when I got home, I somehow put off finishing it, in spite of the fact that it is one of the most entertaining and fun historical books I’ve read in some time. I learned a lot about Roger Bacon (not to be confused with Francis Bacon, though he figures in the story too) and many other historical characters. Perhaps the most amusing anecdote was about the death of Francis Bacon, who caught a chill while attempting to preserve the body of a bird using snow as part of a scientific experiment. Death by scientific inquiry. A good way to go.

“The Dress Lodger” by Sheri Holman was wonderful. It is set during a cholera epidemic in 1831 about a prostitute (the dress lodger, because she rents out the dress from her landlord) and a doctor who was involved in the Burke and Hare scandals for acquiring bodies to dissect. I have this tendancy to buy books if they have Reader’s Guides for book groups at the end, thinking that I would enjoy the sort of book that publishers think a book group should read. And in this case, that random method of book selection paid off.

Not so with “Leave it to Me” by Bharati Mukherjee. It sounded very promising on the back, about an adopted girl who sets out to find her parents, a hippie mom and a Eurasian dad. There were some interesting descriptions about her trip from the Eastern US to California, driving across time zones a day at a time, and passing small towns just like her hometown that she wonders why people chose to live in. However, I didn’t like the book, didn’t like the relationships the character kept forming, and found the author interview at the back more interesting than the novel. One interesting comment she made was about using myths in cross-cultural ways, that the “megascale diaspora” of today make myths even more applicable because their themes appeal and speak to all, regardless of ethnicity. I found this intriguing; sadly I hadn’t really noticed the influence of myth while reading the novel. One of the questions at the end in the guide is about identity: What are the dangers of inventing one’s identity? Again, interesting question but not an interesting novel.

Another book that I picked up with an expectation that wasn’t realized was “How Mumbo-Jumbo Conquered the World” by Francis Wheen. I thought it was going to be about language, instead it was about the rise in non-rational thinking in the past twenty years or so. While it wasn’t what I expected, I found it interesting. He discusses the emotional populism of recent politicians, like Tony Blair and Bill Clinton and mentions one of my favourite quotes: “Men, it has been well said, think in herds. It will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.” Charles Mackay. He talks of Thatcher’s claim that her principles represented nothing more than common sense, the application of normal rules of domestic economy and good housekeeping on a grand scale, by pointing out that she must have lived in a very chaotic household, kept awake by the noise of Torschlusspanik, which I learned is the word that describes the frenzy as people fight to rush through a door before it is slammed in their face. Sums up Thatcherite politics rather well, doesn’t it? I learned about the concept of category mistake, a term invented by philosopher Gilbert Ryle to describe the yoking together of two incompatible concepts, as in ‘love is a rectangle’ or ‘Thursdays are purple’ and how he feels that applies to Islamic governments. I also discovered that Noam Chomsky is the most frequently quoted living intellectual, according to the Arts and Humanities Citation Index.

Ages ago, I was at the Edinburgh Book Festival and picked up a very slim volume published by the Institute of Ideas Conversations in Print series called “Maybe I Do: Marriage and Commitment in Singleton Society.” I bought it back when marriage was something I saw approaching me and read it when marriage is something I am now engaged in trying to get out of my life. It was an interesting book, which interesting ideas about the state of marriage, its value and future. Some of it made me wish I had read it before jumping in myself, though I am sure that it wouldn’t have had the resonance back then that it does now.

I'm now reading a 50 page summary of the ideas of Karl Popper, which is quite interesting and a nice break from all the recent long novels I've been engrossed in.

On Things, And Why I Love to Get Rid of Them

I take an inordinate amount of pleasure in using things up. This is a newish part of my personality, one that comes from my years post-university. Obviously, it is the result of moving by plane with two suitcases every year or two, but it strikes me constantly just how much I like it.

I like using up things when I have multiples of them, which seems to happen often in Korea, as you pick up half bottles of shampoo and parmesan cheese from departing teachers who have leftovers. These leftovers are fun in their own ways, as I get to try out bath products and foods that it would never occur to me to buy on my own. I have tried several things that I have since become somewhat addicted to. And sure, it makes plenty of sense to use up multiples; after all, I live in a very small place with limited storage space.

However, I also have an odd love of using up things that I will need to replenish. I hate shopping at the HomePlus much of the time, not so much once I am there but I dread the thought of needing to pop in to do a little grocery shopping. In spite of this, it is as if every finished tube of toothpaste or loaf of bread or sheet of stickers is somehow a pleasant victory of sorts.

Part of it is the hate of waste, as well. I save all bubble envelopes and use them to repack things I mail to people. It annoys me intensely to think of them thrown out. It is a concern for the environment, sure, but I can’t claim to be Ms. Environmental by a long shot. It is also the waste of money (and of the time at work it took to earn that money), though again, I am the last person to claim some sort of frugality. It is just one of those odd little things I do.

Thus, the next month and a half of my time in Korea will be all about trying to use up the odds and ends that won’t be leaving the country with me. I’m sure it will lead to some interesting meals and some pleasant evenings spent pampering myself with bath products.

On What I've Been Up To

Well, the Lunar New Year Weekend was a blast and a half. Ladies’ Night was spectacular as always and it was followed up by one of the most incredibly fun nights I’ve had dancing in some time. Couldn’t tell you why it was so fun, though I think the large group of friends and the soju kettles might have something to do with it. We ended up at Old Town Seoul, which tells a great deal about how long the evening went on. Then Saturday night was good, spent hanging with Roger and discovering the joys of McDonald’s breakfasts. For someone who was so anti-MacDonalds, I must admit to being a huge convert to the joy of a sausage egg McMuffin at 5 a.m. after a long night of dancing. Sunday ended up being a fun repeat of Friday, basically, though I didn’t stay out as late as the others. Monday was fun, as I lay around watching The Farce of the Penguins and some other amusing movie and then went bowling on the army base, before hooking up with the troops at Geckos, where people were wearing horse masks and claiming to be Bikini Inspectors. As you do, naturally. There are some very amusing photos, which I will try and post soon.

Then there was the short week, followed by my extremely laid back weekend that consisted largely of sleeping and eating out. There was a bit of a moment with wigs too, and some chilling with Roger and the lizard.

Now we have a week with a Thursday off, always random and fun. There are plans for a birthday that cover both Wednesday night and Thursday, and a ton of people to say goodbye to all at once. As always in Seoul, there are tons of things to do on the weekends, and not enough time to do them all. It’s gonna be a crazy last month and a half.

On Love

So, Valentine’s Day saw the arrival of my divorce papers, which need to be signed and sent back. Sadly, this all has to be put off until I have an address that the official copy can be sent back to me, and that of course won’t be sorted out for a bit. Hopefully the job in Hong Kong will pan out; either way I won’t be at my present hagwon much longer.

It’s a funny thing, love. I must say, it has been refreshing working with Lee and Deanna after going through the breakup of the defining relationship of my 20s and one that ended so badly. They are such an amazing couple, so well suited and happy and pursuing their dreams together. My love life, such as it has been this year, has been interesting. I had my one big rebound relationship, which seems odd to me now that it is over that it ever began, and a few dating adventures, some of which I will remember very fondly. It struck me that I have never really been single, properly, as an adult. I like it and it rather suits me. Sure, it would be lovely to find that perfect someone, but I suspect right now wouldn’t be a good time to find him or her anyway. At the moment, dating suits me perfectly, as does my rather transient lifestyle.

On People

The thing about Korea is that I have met so many people who I never would otherwise. I don’t just mean because geographically, I wouldn’t have been able to meet them, but also that in the normal course of affairs I might not have become friends with these people. Making friends after university seems a far harder and more involving process. In Scotland, I had my work pals, but not as many friends I would spend my spare time with. Vancouver, I hardly knew anyone. Here in Korea, the influence of being in a small, expat community in a non-English speaking country seems to have expanded my outside-of-work social circle dramatically. I have met people in all sorts of random ways too (in bathrooms at bars, through random acquaintances, while wearing their underwear, at birthday parties for people I didn’t even know) and people who I might not have naturally gravitated towards back home.

Oddly, I suspect I am known as something of a social butterfly here. I know a lot of people and very much enjoy chilling and wandering around and chatting with all of them on the weekends. Which is weird for someone who had very small social circles all through university and for those years in Edinburgh after. I am also the known party girl amongst my coworkers, again amusing as I was certainly not a partier like this in university or in Scotland or Vancouver. In Vancouver, I could count on one hand the number of nights out I had. Funny that. I love the social lifestyle, but I admit to still having my hermit tendencies – without my solitude during the week, I’d not be able to handle all those people and all that activity.

Working amongst such a small group of people, and one that changes and morphs with each contract ended and new contract started, is quite an experience too. The dynamics and relationships in such small groups are fascinating and sometimes frustrating. I have quite a preoccupation with the motives and hidden intents of everyone I interact with (no doubt why I am so fond of reading novels) which makes all this mini-environment-ness of living in Korea so interesting to me. (I have a shocking habit for making up my own words, no doubt unsuitable to my profession as an English teacher.)

And interacting so closely with people in the American military has been an experience. It has shattered some of my stereotypes and no doubt led me to build others. However, it has been an interesting change of perspective and led me to learn a great number of things I knew nothing about previously. And I suppose that is the mark of any interesting interaction, really, that you learn and occasionally embrace new things. And of course, there is the insight and frustration that comes from living in Korean society. Frustrating when it comes to dealing with my Korean boss, insightful when talking to people my own age and my students. And who knew I was going to learn so much about Nigerian society by coming here? But there you are. Life in Korea has certainly never been boring.

On Quietness

So, in fact, my internet connection is buggered. I will have to communicate through a patchy combo of break time at work and PC Bongs, which though cheap and plentiful, somehow seem to feel like just one more annoying errand to me. This sucks greatly, and I won’t be online much. However, it gives me a chance to get stuff done before leaving, so perhaps it’s all for the good. Except, of course, that it is excessively annoying. The other excessive thing? Outback giving me three loaves of bread when I got my doggie bag!

Gah. I'm Not Too Bright.

So, I thought that my internet wasn't working at all, but actually I have only somehow managed to accidentally program Norton to not let me log into Messanger, and when that didn't work I assumed that the internet was down. I am sooooooo silly.

Pirates and Emperors

A catchy tune and it's educational.

Bwahahahahaha

Choose Your Own Adventure Valentine.

I killed mine on my first try.

Champagne Mondays

So, Roger, aka Lizard Boy, has become my recent Monday night buddy. We have twice played dominos on base while drinking champagne. I like dominos a lot. So far my game is all about luck, but I can see now where the skill comes in, and I like the practicing. As in all competitiveness, I don't really like losing. This time we were joined by two guys at the next table and everyone enjoyed making fun of my quiet knocking and lack of proper domino-holding technique.

I saw the Grudge 2, which was rather scary, and Idiocracy, which wasn't great and I dozed off anyway. This morning I watched the most recent Grey's Anatomy, and OMG! Little girl, it's time to save Meredith!!! Move it! (I am a wee bit obsessed. Little bit.)

Weekend-o-rama

The weekend proceeded in many ways just as it usually does and in other ways very bizarrely.

First off, I spent another Friday night in. Can't say I got any extra sleep, though, as I stayed up obsessively watching Season 2 of The L Word. I'm now through the first 9 episodes and will be taking a break to watch Eureka.

Saturday I did some hardcore cleaning. I meant to also burn Sheila a disc of photos, but I highly underestimated the amount of cleaning I had to do. I just had time to get showered and dressed to meet Joel, Sarah and Roger for dinner at La Tavola. From there, Roger went home, and we went on to Geckos. Everyone was there, but I mostly chatted with Karlya and went with her to 66. We bumped into an Irish lad I met last summer and who also knows Karlya - indeed, this is such a small expat community. Karlya took off, I hooked up with Sarah and we ended up at TinPans. Briefly saw Debbie, missed Daniel and crew entirely, though they were there apparently, and hung out with Melissa and Derek. Then I met Alan, Adam, and Joon, which lead to some adventures with some smoking. Not Marlboros, if you catch my drift.

Sunday was a long day. I got very little sleep, ate some Korean food at the HomePlus food court, and went to Itaewon. Charged up the phone and went to Geckos to eat/drink pitchers of beer. 12 hours later, I had bumped into everyone I know (or so it felt), but had only drank about 5 beers. This is because I drink beer exquisitely slowly. At 10pm, for example, Sheila suggested we get one more beer and then go home. I finished that beer at 12.30am. Since we had missed the subway anyway, we hung out to hear Closing Time played and get kicked out. Everyone was telling very hysterically funny stories and it was a great night.

Sedaris is Funny

I roll out of bed, which is usually between ten and ten-thirty. For me this is early, but for Hugh and most of our neighbors it’s something closer to midday. What they do at 6 A.M. is anyone’s guess. I only know that they’re incredibly self-righteous about it, and talk about the dawn as if it’s a personal reward, bestowed on account of their great virtue. Read the whole article here.

Heck no!

Fake Kevin

You get those classes that are almost all one sex, with one poor, lone representative of the opposite sex. Winston is fighting back against the girliness of his class by replacing Kevin with the new and improved "Fake Kevin". He even reads on behalf of both Fake Kevin and himself. This kid also tells an impressive story using his Mickey Mouse sticker collection, and repeats it for me all the time, but sadly none of it is in English. He looks a bit evil in this photo, but is really a nice kid.

Drama Mamas

So, Ladies' Night last night had its share of drama. It started off well enough, with the crew meeting up at Helios. Then we moved to the Loft. And that's when the shit hit the fan. There is a big disagreement over something that happened last weekend, two of my friends are feuding I suppose, a guy got the MPs called on him, and I ended up accidentally in the fire station in Itaewon, and on purpose in the police station, trying to mediate and be supportive. And basically remaining more sober than ever on a Thursday night with free booze, since the drama ended just around when the free drinks did. I was thinking my night was ruined, but lizard boy joined me and we went to Spy, where Daniel and Alex were. Lizard boy and Alex chatted and I attempted to play pool with a guy from Glasgow. I sucked. I cheated. Lizard boy plied me with drinks and I stayed out until 6am. It ended up being a pretty rocking evening, complete with bizarre photos of basically the same two people, as Spy was empty!



(This is the kind of photo that results when you steal a man's hat)

The Coat Saga, or How I Came to Be Impersonating an Air France Pilot

So, back in December, I lost my coat. More to the point, it was taken from the Loft on a Ladies' Night, and since I always leave at the very end of these things, I knew that it wasn't that I couldn't find it or whatever. But, I went back the next day hoping it might be there and instead they gave me skinny girl's jacket. It was a very nice jacket, but sadly there wasn't a chance in hell it was ever gonna do up over my boobs. Not the best of situations in the middle of winter in a country of tiny, small-breasted women where buying a coat that might fit me was never gonna happen.

Anyway, as with so many things, I procrastinated. I wore a jacket of yunjin's, which got to me via Laura, and the skinny girl's jacket occassionally too. And I was off to Thailand anyway, so I figured, whatever. Then I heard through the grapevine that someone who is a friend of a friend had taken the wrong jacket on that night, and I thought "Bingo!"

It took ages to meet up and do the jacket exchange. Finally, at Reena's shindig, we did. And it wasn't my jacket she had. It was the jacket of an Air France pilot. Now, I remember the night quite well. I remember the Air France pilots here on a layover. I remember the girl who took the pilot's jacket being totalled and having to be carried out of the bar. So, I guess her friends grabbed her the wrong jacket, he took mine in retaliation for someone taking his, and I ended up with the skinny girl's jacket. Now, however, I get to run around in the jacket of an Air France pilot.

It's quite cool really. I mean, my jacket was a bit more flattering. However, this one fits well (a bit big in the shoulders and long in the arms, but I love that the arms cover my hands, cause I always tuck them up into my cuffs anyway) and has a much better story to it than "I bought it on sale in the Bay."

And, I could pretend to be a real Air France pilot. If I looked at all like a pilot... or even spoke French... Ach, well.

My Princesses

I had a dream last night, one of those ones that seem really real. Andrew and Kari brought the girls along to visit me in Korea and we all had a great time. Sarah came into school with me to meet my students, we went to the palace, my coworkers babysat and the adults went out. I miss them.

A Friday Five for People Who Can't Count

What is your typical morning routine before work/school? I wake up about an hour before I have to be at work, I hit snooze one too many times, I shower and brush my teeth, find one of my two pairs of work trousers, randomly grab a vaguely matching shirt, walk to HomePlus for my coffee and a sandwich to eat on break.

How many languages do you speak? Really just English, with a smattering of other things. And if I ran together the little Korean I know with the names of subway stops, I'm sure I'd sound fluent to the non-Korean ear ;)

How many family members do you have named Bill? Jim? I have an Uncle Bill and I think my mom has a cousin Bill. I don't think there are any Jims.

What's your all time favorite song? Blueberry Pie by Bette Middler or perhaps Teddy Bear by Elvis. To sing it's Buttercup (Whhhhhhhyyyyy do you build me up, Buttercup baby, just to let me down?)

What can't you imagine your life without? coffee, love, and my silver bullet. bwahahahahahaha. (sorry mom! TMI!)

What can't you go a day without? hmmmm. well, during the week, I need that cup of coffee, but I don't usually drink coffee on weekends. Maybe reading a book, a least for a bit? Or maybe checking my email? Dunno.

What position do you sleep in? I always start on my side, but I end up on my back in a starfish shape. I used to hate sleeping on my stomach, but I've gotten more into it lately. I love to cuddle, if there is someone to cuddle with. I'm like a heat-seeking limpet.

After a famine, a feast of a post

It has been ages since I last posted. I have been a very lazy real blogger, but in my head I pretend blog all the time. What I need is some sort of link in my brain to my laptop. I mean, usually I'd reject such technology in suspicion of government misuse and all, but I think I can risk it for better blogging. ;)

So, what to say? Lots of what I intend to blog about I just forget. I must have the worst bloody memory ever. I compensate by attempting to have some sort of organizational system, but I really do have an immensely sucky memory. Just imagine what I'll be like when I'm 90.

And I make a very sucky Canadian. There was a joke today at work about double preps and double doubles. And Lee said that four of the people in the room just got the joke. Thing is, for a minute I thought I was that unknowing fifth. I worked in Tim Hortons for a summer, but I didn't make the connection. I have lived out of Canada for a total of five and a half years now. I don't read newspapers of any kind, much less Canadian ones. And I have lived overseas longer since moving out of my parents' home in my small hometown than I have lived in Canada since then. My present plans will have me in yet another overseas job, for a couple of years I suspect, and back to visit Canada in the summer. Because, you know, for all that I'm not the solo American on staff, I am in fact not much of a Canadian. I am a visitor. I mean, I have yet to find a country I like better. And it will always be home, in a very significant way. But until I make that move back to Canada, a part of me isn't Canadian. And that move back to Canada doesn't seem to be coming any time soon. That makes me sad and happy at the same time, if that makes sense to anyone but me.

Work is work. As always, I like the students. They say the funniest things. Jully, my favourite, is no longer at Heritage, sadly. Her most recent gem is well worth sharing. She was sitting in class as I walked in with her handphone (cell phone) on the desk, her mp3 player in one ear, and an electronic dictionary open in front of her. When I commented on all her technology, she told me: "Teacher, I'm a digital woman. I'm not analog." It's the Jullys that make teaching the amazing job that it is. She was an incredible student and I haven't seen many like her. She loved learning English and was amazingly bright and funny. I'll miss teaching her. I will also miss the Dolphins class. I only got them for a month, but they were four very bright students. They were amazingly smart and enthusiastic and funny and interested in learning. They remind me a bit of myself, back before I got all bitter and jaded about school.

The last couple of weekends have been full. A week ago on Friday I was in my usual Hongdae haunts - 66 and TinPans. Sheila and Vanessa ran an amusing scam about being female wrestlers on a tour of Korea. Then Saturday was Reena's goodbye party, which invovled the amazing combo of soju and chocolate ice cream at Carne, some very amusing photos, and great dancing at Halaboogies. Anita got lost and Charyl showed us how to work that pole. Sunday was its usual self, with some dinner (3 Alley) and some Geckos time. Then this past weekend I did a bit of hibernating. I had a great Ladies' Night on Thursday but one that lasted until the morning, leaving me kinda tired. I went out for dinner with Laura, Hanna and Paul and for some pineapple soju, but I had myself tucked up in bed on a Friday night by 1am. After a marathon sleep, which was much needed, I headed out on Saturday for Erin's birthday at Bricx, which meant yummy margahritas. I ended up at the Loft, by way of Helios, but was out at the early hour of 3am (and that is early by Korean expat standards). Sunday I hung out for a bit with Lizard Boy. I stayed in Sunday night though, and read like a fiend.

Then there was my Monday night. Champagne? check! Learn to play dominoes and win? check! Cheeseburger with dill pickles, not sweet ones? check! Listening to the new Norah Jones CD? check! Woo! I now have seen the most recent Grey's Anatomy episodes (I am addicted, people!) and I have the first season of Eureka and the first half of the second season of the L Word to plow through next. That said, it is disconcerting to sit on a bed that is also occupied by a lizard. It is quite a big lizard. I'll have to get a picture the next time I chill with it, since we seem to be becoming buddies.

Grey's Anatomy has gotten me thinking about any number of things. It also makes me cry quite regularly. One of the things that gets me is just how "shades of grey" the world is. I don't get why age is supposed to make one more set in one's views and conservative. It seems to be making me into the opposite. All that black and white I used to see is gone. It started with thinking that McDreamy is, in fact, not an asshole. The situation between him and Meredith is not always good and sometimes he doesn't make the right choices. But he is also in a horrible and impossible situation, not of his causing even, and he does his best. If life hands out instruction manuals for dealing perfectly with all these difficulties that we face, I must have been skipping class that day. (That is entirely likely, of course, given just how often I skipped!) Anyway, I just think that as the years pass, I realize more and more that people do their best. Often their best isn't very good or isn't enough, and yet, it is their best. There seems little more we can ask of one another. Life is incredibly complex and there is seldom a clear cut right thing to do. We muddle through.

My contract in Korea is winding down. I'll be here in Seoul until April 10th. After that, the plan is Hong Kong, though no idea when exactly, as these things are dependent on tons of paperwork and visas. Who knows what exactly will happen. I will be sad to leave Korea - my friends here are amazing and I very much enjoy my life. However, I suspect it is time for a move. I always think that it is the options that scare me a little that are the right ones to pursue. Thus, it is time to move on. Time to be a bit scared again. :)

Friday Five

1. Would you rather have a fun job that doesn't pay well or a boring job that does? A fun job. I hate being bored more than most things in the world.

2. Would you sacrifice your morals for a job? no.

3. Would you ever take a job that requires you to be in costume? i might.

4. What is your fantasy job? cirriculum developer

5. Would you like fries with that? Bwahahahahahaha. I like fries when they don't come from a fast food restaurant.