Bang the Drum
posted by Jen | 11:00 AM
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
Sarah, Kay, and I went to the Houston drum corps show on Friday. Although it was very wet, we had a good time. The first thing we realized after we sat down is that going to drum corps is a good way to feel old. Other than us, most of the stands were occupied by high school band students, their teachers, and chaperones. What really got to me was that even the teachers looked young. And Sarah didn't help when she classified us as "random adults that like drum corps".
I still don't feel like an adult. I know I'm pushing 30 now, but I still kind of feel like I'm pretending at being grown up. What do you think makes you change that preception of yourself? Having children of your own? Having teenagers of your own? I don't know; I just know I'm not there yet.
Take two on the Discovery launch is tomorrow. I am working pre-launch planning from 6pm to 3:30am. Much better hours than the last time when I had to work 11pm to 8am.
As late as last night, I fully intended to sleep in this morning as long as possible and then go in to work for a few hours. You know, to get in a few hours so that I'm better postured just in case something goes wrong tonight and I only work pre-launch again. The only problem is that I DON'T WANNA. I'm having much more fun sitting on my sofa surfing blogs and watching my dogs still sleeping. Maybe just a couple hours after lunch.
Is it bugging anyone else that the guy that got shot in London, who was originally described as "Asian", turns out to be from Brazil? There has been a lot of debate in the USA since our awakening to the threat of terrorism at home in 2001 about "racial profiling" and its role in identifying terror suspects. Personally, I'm against singling any individual out for scrutiny based on their race (or religion for that matter). But, if the authorities can't even tell the difference between a Brazilian and a "person of Middle-Eastern descent", that removes even the thin veneer of legitimacy racial profiling has.
I want to bang on the drum all day
Sarah, Kay, and I went to the Houston drum corps show on Friday. Although it was very wet, we had a good time. The first thing we realized after we sat down is that going to drum corps is a good way to feel old. Other than us, most of the stands were occupied by high school band students, their teachers, and chaperones. What really got to me was that even the teachers looked young. And Sarah didn't help when she classified us as "random adults that like drum corps".
I still don't feel like an adult. I know I'm pushing 30 now, but I still kind of feel like I'm pretending at being grown up. What do you think makes you change that preception of yourself? Having children of your own? Having teenagers of your own? I don't know; I just know I'm not there yet.
Take two on the Discovery launch is tomorrow. I am working pre-launch planning from 6pm to 3:30am. Much better hours than the last time when I had to work 11pm to 8am.
As late as last night, I fully intended to sleep in this morning as long as possible and then go in to work for a few hours. You know, to get in a few hours so that I'm better postured just in case something goes wrong tonight and I only work pre-launch again. The only problem is that I DON'T WANNA. I'm having much more fun sitting on my sofa surfing blogs and watching my dogs still sleeping. Maybe just a couple hours after lunch.
Is it bugging anyone else that the guy that got shot in London, who was originally described as "Asian", turns out to be from Brazil? There has been a lot of debate in the USA since our awakening to the threat of terrorism at home in 2001 about "racial profiling" and its role in identifying terror suspects. Personally, I'm against singling any individual out for scrutiny based on their race (or religion for that matter). But, if the authorities can't even tell the difference between a Brazilian and a "person of Middle-Eastern descent", that removes even the thin veneer of legitimacy racial profiling has.
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