From his Reddit AMA:
What are five things you’d change about your life if you could?
Thank you for your sneakily courteous question, which is actually five questions. I suspect my list looks much the same as anyone else’s. I want to achieve my career goal of becoming an astronaut (or taikonaut, or cosmonaut). I want to be a father, possibly a better one than my own, but we judge these things differently in my culture. I wish I had better time management skills; I work to a different timescale and speeding up to human tempo is hard work. I’d find out what happened to a woman I introduced to Kima a long time before she was ready, since I would like the chance to apologize. All my efforts to locate her have been fruitless and I feel very bad about that. And ….I’d never talk to another lawyer. I like my lawyer as a person, but the legal system in this country is what happens when you condense stupidity and then fossilize it.
Man, I hope I remember a can for the food bank. I always seem to forget them. The most exciting thing today is that there is going to be a Theology pub night!! It’s actually someplace easy to get to and from on transit, so that’s what I will do. From the facebook page:
WHAT: Theology Pub Nights at Central City Brewing Pub and Restaurant, 13450 102 Avenue Surrey, close to the Central City Sky Train Station (see map below).
WHEN: Second Sunday of the month at 7pm, starting September 14th
Sept 14 topic: Where is God in our lives? Anywhere, everywhere, none of the above?
I think in many respects it would be an ideal position for me, but I’ve been up and down this emotional rollercoaster a few times now. It’s a privately owned company with a forty year history of success. The position is not fantastically challenging, but I’m by no means as clever and energetic as I once was, so I am better than okay with it. And I could bike to work. Jeff teased me about how much more productive he’d be if I was out of the house. Fortunately, he knows how to be productive even when I’m around to distract him.
Anyway they have more people to interview. I let them know I am very interested in the job and called the agency to confirm this. We shall see.
Meatballs and rotini last night. I’m glad I cut that arabbiata sauce in half with plain spag sauce or it would have been too speecy to eat.
I’m thinking of going to the Farmer’s Market this morning after I get some more hacking and chopping done on George.
I have an interview at an agency tomorrow.
The dresses I ordered are now in Cincinnati. I have some hope that they will get to me early next week.
My church is going to start having pub nights and it’s at a bar that is very easy for me to get to and from. Yeah! Except they haven’t actually announced something useful, like a date.
Since I don’t really have any nice dresses for an interview I’m going to wander off to Value Village shortly and go schlepping. I should likely walk….
Leo and Linda should be here soon (next days to weeks). I have mowed the lawn and washed the guest bed sheets as well as removing much cruft from the guest room.
This morning I had a remarkable experience while walking. As I stepped out to get a coffee at Starbucks (and strangely, their coffee still sucks) the sun was struggling skyward into a golden haze. One half of the sky was dark and brooding; the other was brilliant gold and white and blue. I could hear raindrops falling all around me, plinking on leaves and plunking on cars and splatting on sidewalk and asphalt, but nothing fell on me or my phone. Then of course it started raining heavier but it wasn’t unpleasant to walk. As I turned onto 6th I was walking almost directly into the sun, and the big juicy raindrops came down like meteors all around me, streaks of white and silver, and none landed on me. I felt like I was playing a very sophisticated game of dodgeball with the whole universe.
There are a lot of people suffering from mental illness and I am lighting a candle for comfort, hugs and clarity for all of them.
I am waiting for a package from India. I have no interview clothes (the last two dresses now have teeny holes in them) so I ordered some. Had no idea it was going to be shipped from India. I hope nobody was oppressed in the manufacture but I likely the boat’s sailed on that.
Katie is only five weeks away from her due date. Exciting, eh wot? We spent the money the fOlks gave me on a really nice convertible stroller for her and Malachi, or whatever moniker the wee baby is given.
Church was delightful. There were so many new faces that the 25 or so of us (half the active church members) who went to the workshop on Saturday were going GUPPA GUPPA GUPPA and of course as much as I wanted to talk to newcomers that was a day I was assisting with coffee and potluck.
And now one more teeny church item and back to writing.
Take the test.
My results. Weird, huh?
You are 25% Good.
You are 23.1% Lawful.
Alignment: True Neutral
You do whatever seems like a good idea at the time. You don’t feel any strong inclination towards good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Some may say that you lack conviction, while others might admire you for your capability of remaining unbiased. You likely prefer good versus evil in society, since good people tend to make better neighbors and rulers, but you are not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way.
You are the stereotypical “Balancer.” You act in a way that is natural to you without prejudice or compulsion.
Examples of charactersand people who fit into the same alignment as you include Linus Torvalds, Dr. Strangelove, Scott Evil, Mr. Spock, and the nation of Switzerland.
The folks haven’t contacted me about the job I applied for – they wanted my availability for an interview and I guess are too busy to get back to me. This seems to happen a lot. I hold my breath hoping for good news and don’t get any, and then all of a sudden I realize that I’m supposed to be writing. Anyway, This Bit is working out well.
King Canute, your agent’s on the other line.
Filking tonight and giving Keith a ride to the ferry in the morning. Then churchy stuff in the afternoon (another pointless workshop called Focusing on What’s Important, but hey, there will be food), and Water Ceremony on Sunday. Apparently some money has fallen out of the sky for growth. I think we should buy a yurt, decorate it loudly, and have church in a different location for a year to go out among the people. Church in a yurt. Beautiful. I think I wanna yurt.
Back to Michel and his bad stupid foolish holy crap day (writing).
Why I don’t date, part 49/b.
Guy responds to me liking his profile. He comes clean about his weight. I know that it’s a good thing he’s done this and praise his honesty. I ask him how his feet are and never hear from him again. All I wanted to do was find out if he can walk half a kilometre on level ground unassisted, and I specifically said I don’t do hills. I guess that was pushing too hard.
So someone from CDS days (we’re talking 2 decades) popped up and said hi. He made the error of asking me about the novel and got about a days’ worth of blort. Now I must cover up my shame in a nice big wordblanky.
Very much enjoying The Killing on Netflix. Mireille Enos as Linden just doesn’t do any of that girly shit (and she’s small, freckled, not in the first flush of youth and doesn’t appear to use makeup or do more than brush her hair for work). We finished (heavy sigh) the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes. It was really excellent, all 41 episodes.
Well, it’s one way to get a divorce.
Paul and Katie are going to come get me to go …. stroller shopping. That money the fOlks gave me for just such a purpose will now be used….
I am feeling much better today. I have apparently been shortlisted for a job, and am just waiting to hear back. Coconut oil is a healing balm.
Also, I made cake!
I have slid into a very unfunky funk. I need to listen to loud rude music for a while. Or make some. Sandra asked me to write her a song, and that rocked me back on my heels as I am not feeling the writing part at all.
I’m having a physical problem right now which is NOT a topic for public conversation and I’m actually in quite a bit of discomfort. I should be better in a couple of days but right now I am in the sorry zone.
Or maybe I should fill in character sheets.
The Sergeant Sees it Through.
One of these days I’ll do a right n proper critique, but in the meantime, enjoy this dip into the fifties.