Sunday, November 09, 2008

Here piggy, piggy


painted pig :: roman baths, bath, uk :: september 4, 2008

This is one of my favorite pictures from our London trip.  Not because I’m particularly enamored with pigs or the Roman Baths but because of how this picture came to be.  I’m in the ladies’ room, washing my hands when I see him (her? it?).  The window is open a crack.  Just wide enough for the zoom lens on my camera.  Let’s just say whipping out a camera in the middle of a crowded loo is pretty much frowned upon.

It’s those odd little things that make vacations special.

So, while I’ve been away, I finally figured what I want to be when I grow up and found a job doing exactly that.  Amazingly, it does not involve public or private accounting.  But that doesn’t mean my not-yet-conferred diploma is useless. Well, that’s not quite true, it does involve accounting, I’m just not an accountant. I’m a bookkeeper. It doesn’t feel like a step backwards. In many ways it’s a huge step forward.  The position is a better fit for my personality, my work ethic, my need for background noise and my love of wearing jeans to work. (Some of the best perks aren’t monetary.)  I need to send out huge props to my career counselor and my baby brother, Bry.  Between ripping my resume to shreds, starting it over from scratch and spending too much time in the car heading to CT the following weekend, I really considered all my options and my skills and settled on the description of the perfect job.  Amazingly enough, that exact job description appeared in the Boston Globe.  And now I’ll be working there.  I start on the 17th and I’m pretty excited.

I also found out my eldest cousin on my mom’s side is engaged.  Our relationship is still pretty broken, for want of a better term, so I’m not really surprised I found out via Facebook.  That doesn’t mean I’m not hurt or disappointed, but I’m willing to try to get over it.  I am thrilled for her - this is a huge milestone and something she’s wanted for a very long time.  Plus, he seems like a sweet guy.

The BU hockey team is off to an amazing start.  This senior class - especially the two captains - did something magical during the off-season.  This is what last year’s team should have looked like.  I still miss last year’s senior class dearly, but these seniors, and the incoming freshmen, have taken the existing team to a whole new level. We followed the team to Lowell on Friday and after a disappointing start, the third period turned into a nailbiter.  We came away with the W, but I don’t want to ever see a game like that again.  My poor heart can’t handle it.  Also, we sat in front of some kid who is working part time for a junior hockey league. Let’s just say he shouldn’t have been so cocky.  I mean, seriously, a junior league? I worked in the minors and the NHL and some of the guys I’d met during my time in the pros would eat him alive.  I know it’s a starting point and I know he’ll get whatever job he wants because it’s easier to move up if you have the experience, but he should have really gotten off his high horse.

Also - Obama got elected.  Not a huge surprise, although it did look like it might be a bit of a close contest in the days leading up to the election.  I couldn’t get behind him.  I’m not sure why - but I wasn’t impressed with his DNC speech in 2004, like most of America, and no matter what her faults, I loved Hillary.  But now he’s president-elect (can’t forget that one word… it’s not official ‘til Jan. 20) and after his acceptance speech and his immediate actions since, I’m starting to see what everybody else saw.  So I was slow to jump on the Obama bandwagon.  I’m still not 100% sure that he can get it done - he’s inheriting a really large, really ugly mess and I’m not sure this is something he could handle even in two terms successfully - but he’s given me hope. I haven’t felt that way for a long time.  Not just because he broke through the racial barrier, although that’s important, but because he immobilized the people in this country in a way I haven’t seen since the rampant wave of patriotism, of pulling together, in those dark days following Sept. 11.  I still get all verklempt thinking about it.  I saw in the news that Jesse Jackson had been there when Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed and seeing him in tears in Chicago, watching the realization of King’s dream, was powerful.  More powerful than a lot of things we were exposed to that night.

“And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream…

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal…’

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character…

I have a dream today!

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day…”

See the full text of King’s speech here.

Posted by Matty on 11/09 at 02:02 PM