Be it resolved... part 1
Like the famous words echoed from the pregnant girl at high school graduation, I never thought it would happen to me. I've read about people accidently clicking or not clicking and losing these great blog posts, well, I became
that girl. I am not going to get into it all over again and I probably couldn't do it justice anyway. It was something to the effect of feeling all auld acquaintances should be remembered and what have you.
I do recall saying that instead of being enraged at a certain fat mess that I am not folding white oxford shirts and khaki shorts (official colonist on safari wear) and counting my malaria pills in preparation for my trip to South Africa (which if you haven't been reading as closely as you should, I am obviously not going anywhere - so true if you new my career prospects). Just the same, I've opted to revive an old tradition and read a book, the natural choice being Hemingway's
Green Hills of Africa. This book is one of the gems glittering in the rainy day, Simon and Schuster freebie pile. I also noted that the last time I found myself in a weird in-betweeny time, re: summer 1998, one of my great accomplishments of that era was finishing Bellow's
Henderson the Rain King, a book that was so important to me I couldn't read it and have it done with - and coincidently this story also took place in Africa although it really isn't so much about Africa. I guess it's just weird for me to be facing similar prospects again and wondering if the awkward 8 month post-grad sebbatacle will be any kinder to me this time around. Perhaps it's one of the weird second chances we always think we want in life - you get to relive a near-identical situation - how much have you learned, whiz kid?? What can you make of 8 months anyway? Well, a lot. But how much can you make of 8 months at home?
Anyway, not dreading what is to come before I have to, if this week, I read only about game hunting and landscapes I won't be seeing before 2003 - if I reconsider all the reasons MIT needs to seal the deal on me, and if I find out if it is in fact possible to read without a signature Lisa blue pen or highlighter in hand - then there is little else I could ask for from sanders claus.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:50 AM
