Z.Monkey’s Blog

My mind is wandering, much as my body was last night. Apparently liquor makes me a sleep walker. Now that Heidi has a new and interesting job, I can feel myself becoming less and less satisified with my current position. Perhaps this will motivate me to actually send out my resume some more.

So last night Heidi and I started reading through Romeo and Juliet together. I forgot how much better those plays are when they are read aloud. I think that reading aloud is good. (well put). When you read quietly you are more concerned with the meaning of the words and not with the meter or the rhyming. Now I am about to be sucked back into work. Woo is me!

Wargh!

It has been a while. Not sure why I have be avoiding writing outside of, ‘I have nothing new to say’. Well, maybe I do, but I have been running around at work with little or no time to goof off (well I do go skating once a week or so). I really do not want to want to talk about work; currently it is a necessary evil.

In its place I do not know what to talk about. I went out with Heidi on Wednesday for pizza and beer after she got home from visiting family and a job interview. I played guitar hero last night while watching the Bruins win. I am reading a very interesting book which I recommend to all (perhaps I’ll actually review it!). A while back I wrote a crappy thing in that other weblog, which remains barren. I have started drawing a little bit every week, I am still looking for new jobs, I still feel kind of lost. Some person once said about life (where is my Bartlett’s?) that it is not about the destination but about the journey. But this does imply that one should have a destination. But what is a destination?

God, I am whinny. I keep thinking that I need to do some soul searching to figure out what I want to do. I am starting to realize that it is not about contemplating doing shit it is about doing shit. Don’t think, do. Or at least think less. I cannot advocate not think in any way, there is enough of that already. Has anyone else watched this?

Morbidity Warning.

My co-workers and me often partake in the B. On the last occasion I observed that a professor died in a car accident (in which another of my co-workers was apparently involved) on the way to the University last Tuesday or Wednesday. This brought about some reminiscing about college days, inparticular the dive a student took off of one of the dorms. The University’s response to this not-so-accident was to have a candle light vigil and pave over the blood stain (it was parents weekend and they did not want to upset any parents). Mr. Bino expressed dismay at this stating that he would have liked to take a picture with the stain… perhaps even posing with the stain and pretending it was his own blood. Now we all understood this as a jest, and it really should be taken as such, but I was not suprised when his alignment thing returned the following:

For those who think it is unacceptable to jest about death, I say, “If you cannot laugh in the face of death…”. I really have no justification, but I am open to suggestions.

Z. Monkey