I just finished the most fantastic book--Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell. I cannot tell you how long I have looked at this book and it always looked really blah, but then I finally picked it up and read what it was about and was HOOKED! How can you not love about presidential assassinations of the 19th century? Pssh. Maybe if you're really BOGUS, you wouldn't like it.
The best thing about the book is that it's made me think of different ways to fund things that I'm interested and passionate about. I'm thinking of applying for a Fulbright and will have to do a lot more thinking it through, but it could be the path to a life of even more awesomeness, I'm not going to deny that.
My hair is getting long. I've permanently straightened it again. I'm not really sure what to do with it, so I'm thinking of coloring it and cutting it shorter. It's a weird life to be working and have money. The lack of AIESEC has left me... wondering.
I work for The Man, but He doesn't seem all that bad day-to-day. The philosophies are the same as with any organization. It's like the Google-ization of business and organizations. The good thing about the firm is that they're pretty hip on the younger generation. I feel like someone sits in a dinky, windowless office down in the LA office analyzing our obsession with clean, simple objects and with the utterly trite news from sites like PerezHilton and the Superficial.
A few weeks back, I read this analyzation of our generation (Gen Y, and whatever that un-hip other name they have for us) and it is so dead on. There was a further breakdown of what to expect when you have four generations in the same work place. It makes you wonder what the fuck is going on in the world when four generations are now working together in the same place. Are we working way too early, or way too late in our lives?
Either way, I don't think I'm ready to retire to a hut in the middle of Montana (did you know that the assassin of James Garfield went to the University of Michigan for just one year before dropping out? Of course, he's originally from Illinios. I won't say what you're all thinking [that he probably would have graduated if he'd gone to OSU--oops]). I am, however, ready to go back to school. To travel some more. To continue reading--and I've purchased a fair bit of books, not to mention the library stack on the floor next to my bed.
I am also all about going to all the places Ms. Vowell mentions in this book. That a lot of those places are in DC and NY don't really hurt.
The best thing about the book is that it's made me think of different ways to fund things that I'm interested and passionate about. I'm thinking of applying for a Fulbright and will have to do a lot more thinking it through, but it could be the path to a life of even more awesomeness, I'm not going to deny that.
My hair is getting long. I've permanently straightened it again. I'm not really sure what to do with it, so I'm thinking of coloring it and cutting it shorter. It's a weird life to be working and have money. The lack of AIESEC has left me... wondering.
I work for The Man, but He doesn't seem all that bad day-to-day. The philosophies are the same as with any organization. It's like the Google-ization of business and organizations. The good thing about the firm is that they're pretty hip on the younger generation. I feel like someone sits in a dinky, windowless office down in the LA office analyzing our obsession with clean, simple objects and with the utterly trite news from sites like PerezHilton and the Superficial.
A few weeks back, I read this analyzation of our generation (Gen Y, and whatever that un-hip other name they have for us) and it is so dead on. There was a further breakdown of what to expect when you have four generations in the same work place. It makes you wonder what the fuck is going on in the world when four generations are now working together in the same place. Are we working way too early, or way too late in our lives?
Either way, I don't think I'm ready to retire to a hut in the middle of Montana (did you know that the assassin of James Garfield went to the University of Michigan for just one year before dropping out? Of course, he's originally from Illinios. I won't say what you're all thinking [that he probably would have graduated if he'd gone to OSU--oops]). I am, however, ready to go back to school. To travel some more. To continue reading--and I've purchased a fair bit of books, not to mention the library stack on the floor next to my bed.
I am also all about going to all the places Ms. Vowell mentions in this book. That a lot of those places are in DC and NY don't really hurt.
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