Twenty-five years ago, not long after she'd been fired from a secretarial job at a San Francisco radio station, Carole Latimer sat in a coffee shop sorting out her life and planning her next move. She had a college degree and a love of the outdoors. Taking orders and making coffee for her co-workers weren't part of her career path.
Her first decision: Find something she enjoyed doing.
"When I got fired," she said, "I got really mad. I thought, `I'm not going to do anything anymore that I don't like.' So I made the major mistake of making a business out of something I really love."
The recollection makes her laugh."
"THE ANCIENT Berber culture is extrordinarily rich and diverse, with a variety of musical styles. These range from bagpipes and oboe (Celtic style) to pentatonic music (reminiscent of Chinese music) - all combined with African rhythms and a very important stock of authentic oral literature.
These traditions have been kept alive by small bands of musicians who travel from village to village, as they have for centuries, to entertain at weddings and other social occasions with their songs, tales, and poetry."
"The staff of the City of New Haven's Outdoor Adventure Program, in cooperation with the New Haven Park Rangers, invite you to experience a unique, new, challenging, safe and fun learning experience for children, youth and adults. Our park rangers utilize environmental activities designed to enhance nature appreciation through exposure to the New Haven Parks system. The goal is to foster an appreciation of local resources by providing truly amazing exposure to bio-diversity and outdoor adventure activities."
"How many people would spend three months driving from London to New Delhi? Or walk 425 kilometers across a remote desert in China? Allen Wittenborn, professor of Asian studies and history, has done both. In a life full of adventure, he has lived in Turkey, worked on a Taiwanese freighter and journeyed throughout Southeast Asia.
After Wittenborn served four years in the Air Force, he enrolled in Los Angeles City College. He began learning Chinese languages because they were the only open foreign language courses. "I was a math major, but language and culture intrigued me," recalls Wittenborn."
This is what happens when you get crazy messages from Mio with repeating letters and symbols that once in a great while turn into words. Due to my mysteriously depleting typing skills, some have went as far as theorizing that it was just me being incoherent, as usual.
Not yet. As you may notice, my computer is off. That isn't because I found a life, but it IS because Mio sat on the keyboard and made my computer go insane with stupid noises and changes in resolution settings.
Look at how proud this jerk is. Damn attention whore. How I love him.
This is Eric and I at Big Boy. I was desperately trying to take a picture of "Scott?" (sorry, Eric, I am the worst person with names, I bet I made that up, didn't I) who looked a lot like Kieran Culkin. There was one with a blurry back of his head a kilometer from us, but I decided against posting it. Instead, here's more of Eric:
Moo didn't want to have pictures taken of him because he had no makeup on. I would not cooperate.
Eric decided to contaminate my water, like an ass.
Then he tried it.
We abused the entry sheets for some childrens contests, but had to "fix" all of the profanity or else we'd get kicked out. Or so "Scott" said.
I watched Carrie at school, where the VCR devoured the library tape at the very last scene, and now I'm not sure what happens. Last time I knew the story, I was about 8. I read the book in secret at my grandma's house. No one ever knew, but I sure as hell had a lot of nightmares for the next few years. Despite me not knowing what exactly happens to Carrie in the end, I highly recommend the movie. I was actually shocked at how awesome it was.
I was almost late to my orgo 2 class, where the professor refused to let us know the easy way to make some sort of a street drug. He said he'd give us the formulas and mechanisms for coke, but he also mentioned that he's only giving that to us because he doesn't think any one of us would be able to make it. Anyone wanna buy some fine Ivanna-has-barely-a-C-in-orgo-2-quality cocaine?
Later Eric and I rented Edward Scissorhands and we wasted about three and a half hours on watching that + TV + each other. It was fucking great.
Apparently, everyone but me knew that I'm going whitewater rafting in April. John called me 7 times to plan, too. As much as it was news to me, I MIGHT GO AFTER ALL!
I didn't find one, but I didn't look that closely. This one, however, can be dyed any color, or so it says.
"There should be an eighth dwarf named Angsty." -Molly
So why have I not been listening to TMBG lately? They are so cheering. The Johns rock.
Something true that I scribbled on the letterhead of the spa I went to and then stuffed in my purse (I stuffed the paper in my purse, not the spa. Sorry; I am currently incapable of speaking English.):
An interesting thing about spas is that, when inside, the time-measuring instrument of choice is not the watch; it's the treatment.
"Do you have the time?"
"Well, my herb-infused White Seaweed and Citrus wrap just ended, so it must be around three."
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