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wolven7Vijay Iyer - [Proximity (Crossroads)]--- So, kids, let's open up a little bit, and let Uncle Wolven tell you all a nice little story. Do we all have our mugs of whiskey, and borax cookies ready? Good.
Electric Hellfire Club - [Mr. 44]--- Way back in the days before my curent, glorious bastardry, and in the midsts of my raging psycho- and sociopathy, otherwise known as High School, I was obsessed with a girl. And when I say Obsessed, i mean it. You know I don't fuck around with my words. Ispent most of my days writing stories about her, and writing her obsessive notes I never intended to send. This, by the way, is how I learned that HS, for the most part, is nothing but a den of snakes and thieves who will say anything to fuck you over, and curry favour with the bigger apes. Almost everyone I called "friend" in those days fucked me over in some major way. Anywhoddle, back to the story.
Fast forward nine years, and a few months: Thursday, Devin and I were hanging out under The Tree, down at campus, keeping out the interlopers, as per usual, when a girl walks past and have the most extreme moment of Déjà Vu. (Jack Off Jill - [Girlscout (Sunday Mix by Susan Wallace&Enemies)]). The girl has dark hair, freckles, and a blue-and-white Jansport backpack, and it stops me with the weirdest, strongest memory. She reminds me of someone, very much. And then I realise of whom: Alison DeWitt. Only a few of you have any idea about whom I'm talking, and she would be older, and calmer.
Fast forward to today, when I talk to Devin, after class, today, and he tells me that the girl i think I recognise is in his class. (Venetian Snares - [Mouth]). He says that he's going to check the class roll, when it comes around, and see her name. I thank him, and, as we're talking, she walks past and sits down. I comment, again, how much it looks like Alison, and, as I'm leaving anyway, I decide to simply ask her her name. It's Alison.
It takes her a minute to recognise me (I can seee the wheels of memory clicking, and her wondering if it's long enough to giggle at what we did in highschool, or if she should runs screaming, into the street), and she asks how I've been. I tell her that I've been teaching, working on my Masters, and ask her what she's been up to. She tells me that she has a kid. A four year old.
She. Has. A. Four. Year. Old.
I sat to dissect the conversation, and by sat, I mean "walked to the MARTA station," and I thought about what was said.
Damien: I'm a teacher.
Alison: I have a four-year-old son.
The rest of my mind: Uhm... Excuse me?
How the fuck old am I that I can run into people after nine years, and they can have children, and I can be teaching classes at a major metropolitan university?
And that's Another fucking thing: There are roughly 30,000 (low estimate) students of various levels at GSU. I am one of 21 of those people, whose job it is to teach other people the things they need to know.
Flogging Molly - [To Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh)]--- What. The. Fuck.
I came up with a thesis title, yesterday/today. Seems like it'll fit pretty well.
I need to go smoke.
Electric Hellfire Club - [Mr. 44]--- Way back in the days before my curent, glorious bastardry, and in the midsts of my raging psycho- and sociopathy, otherwise known as High School, I was obsessed with a girl. And when I say Obsessed, i mean it. You know I don't fuck around with my words. Ispent most of my days writing stories about her, and writing her obsessive notes I never intended to send. This, by the way, is how I learned that HS, for the most part, is nothing but a den of snakes and thieves who will say anything to fuck you over, and curry favour with the bigger apes. Almost everyone I called "friend" in those days fucked me over in some major way. Anywhoddle, back to the story.
Fast forward nine years, and a few months: Thursday, Devin and I were hanging out under The Tree, down at campus, keeping out the interlopers, as per usual, when a girl walks past and have the most extreme moment of Déjà Vu. (Jack Off Jill - [Girlscout (Sunday Mix by Susan Wallace&Enemies)]). The girl has dark hair, freckles, and a blue-and-white Jansport backpack, and it stops me with the weirdest, strongest memory. She reminds me of someone, very much. And then I realise of whom: Alison DeWitt. Only a few of you have any idea about whom I'm talking, and she would be older, and calmer.
Fast forward to today, when I talk to Devin, after class, today, and he tells me that the girl i think I recognise is in his class. (Venetian Snares - [Mouth]). He says that he's going to check the class roll, when it comes around, and see her name. I thank him, and, as we're talking, she walks past and sits down. I comment, again, how much it looks like Alison, and, as I'm leaving anyway, I decide to simply ask her her name. It's Alison.
It takes her a minute to recognise me (I can seee the wheels of memory clicking, and her wondering if it's long enough to giggle at what we did in highschool, or if she should runs screaming, into the street), and she asks how I've been. I tell her that I've been teaching, working on my Masters, and ask her what she's been up to. She tells me that she has a kid. A four year old.
She. Has. A. Four. Year. Old.
I sat to dissect the conversation, and by sat, I mean "walked to the MARTA station," and I thought about what was said.
Damien: I'm a teacher.
Alison: I have a four-year-old son.
The rest of my mind: Uhm... Excuse me?
How the fuck old am I that I can run into people after nine years, and they can have children, and I can be teaching classes at a major metropolitan university?
And that's Another fucking thing: There are roughly 30,000 (low estimate) students of various levels at GSU. I am one of 21 of those people, whose job it is to teach other people the things they need to know.
Flogging Molly - [To Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh)]--- What. The. Fuck.
I came up with a thesis title, yesterday/today. Seems like it'll fit pretty well.
I need to go smoke.
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Date: 2006-08-30 12:48 am (UTC)That's just weird.
Then again, Angelica has a kid, too.
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As to the latter, I will hold my tongue.
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Date: 2006-08-30 12:49 am (UTC)people take different life paths. you elected, or were forced, not to produce children early in your life and have elected, or were forced, to do other things like teach others how to think critically.
congrats.
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That's what non-Euclidean geometry's for.
Kid pics
Date: 2006-08-30 01:58 am (UTC)Re: Kid pics
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Date: 2006-08-30 02:25 am (UTC)Nine years is almost a decade. A decade is more than an eighth of your projected lifespan. There's a lot to get done in that time.
If that hasn't scared you yet, think of your progression from birth to age nine, and despair of ever matching the achievements of your infantile self.
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Ambitious, me. ;)
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Date: 2006-08-30 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
In all seriousness:
Date: 2006-08-30 12:36 pm (UTC)Re: In all seriousness:
Date: 2006-08-30 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-30 11:54 am (UTC)I'm very proud of you. *squish*
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XLRHN
Date: 2006-08-30 02:45 pm (UTC)I still wonder about the younger-looking-women and can't tell if it's the aforementioned (a few weeks ago) dark part of my brain or if that's something that belongs to me. Dating college girls sounds icky, but dating young women doesn't. Mmm, frame of reference.
Re: XLRHN
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:11 pm (UTC)-Devin
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:38 pm (UTC)