“The worst is the class trip,’’ said Meredith Bryan, a mother of two in Charlestown, and the owner of a local ice cream shop. “You can’t be texting or checking your BlackBerry while you’re in charge of 25 kids.’’
And yet Bryan, like many parents, thinks she should volunteer and wishes she felt more enthusiastic about it. “I want to want to,’’ she said. “It would make me a better person.’’
"Wow. I wonder if that woman knows just how terribly she came off in this article.
Read full story about school volunteering here.
View →I can’t believe I missed this! They are back, and I am in love with the whole circus again.
View →Tonight i am sleeping in my childhood room, on the twin bed i bought for my first single apartment. In one ear I am playing Band of Horses. In the other, I am listening to the house, making sure no one falls, or needs anything. I cant think of the exact word, but I think it starts with a P and is something like diligent, or aware. Poe is asleep in my arm pit like a child, trembling with dreams and sighing big cat sighs.
View →My body and my senses are confused. They are trying to understand the change of seasons, but jump from extreme to extreme. Last night, I was sitting in bed writing letters and I heard the street sweeper go by. I knew it was a streetsweeper, but in my head, it was a snow plow. I think some part of me wanted it to be a snow plow. I love those nights in the winter where snow starts to fall later in the day, garunteeing a good covering by morning. When I was a child, I could hear the plow going up and down our hill and as I fell asleep, I hoped that it could not do the job, and I would be free from school the next day.
As an almost adult, I am much less apt to take a day off from the office, or even work from home, yet there is still something endlessly exciting about late night snow storms. But, its September. Its not snow. Its just the street sweeper taking away the dead leaves that have just barely begun to fall.
Similarly, this morning I rode the T to work. I do this every day, and every day the stale heat lulls me to sleep until the last stop. I climbed the stairs, and when I exited the station, the heat stayed with me for five seconds, then ten. I thought, “wow, it has really warmed up outside since I got on the T at home.” Of course, it would have had to jump at least ten degrees in half an hour for this to be true. And then it was gone, the station heat dispersed into the chilly Boston morning. For a few seconds, I had really thought it was warm, summer warm. I had thought it was, so quickly, summer again.
View →Every day, I walk through the park on my way home from work. This one man yells the news for change, and now recognizes me. I think he remembers me because I told him that Michael Jackson was dead after I heard it on the radio. Maybe this has given him some profound respect for me, but we smile at eachother and he greets me every day. Yesterday he had a friend, and old man clearly drunk beyond comprehension, except for this tasty little tidbit:
News guy: Hello, have a good evening miss. (Dipping his head)
Me: Hi! You too! (Nodding as well)
Drunk old man: AGHGEeeeyhhh You gotta nice aaaasssss.
New guy: Hey man! You can’t talk to ladies like that!
Chivalry, a phoenix, is dead and then born again. Well, a phoenix, or Jesus.
View →My friends and I have been talking about TED Talks lately. ted.org is one of my favorite sites on the internet and holds talks and performances on a wide array of topics. I decided to share some of my favorite TED talks here.
1. Oliver Sacks: What hallucination reveals about our minds
2.. Jill Bolte Taylor’s stroke of insight
3. Pilobolus perform “Symbiosis”
4. Lakshmi Pratury on letter-writing
5. Bill Stone explores the world’s deepest caves
Thats all for now, maybe I will share another five soon.
View →Haha holy cow. Look at Dari’s face!
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