yesterday and today

were not nearly as interesting as last week, which was highlighted by the tag team! show at holocene, our mfnw show, and my birthday celebration all weekend long. Yesterday i took the day off work, which is one of my favorite things to do in the world. i got started on changing things up for the better. sat at the fresh pot for hours and hours writing a resume to give to trade-up, where supposedly theres a good chance i can get a job. brought my ravishing new feather earrings, one of which had lost its feather, back to Blue, and theyre going to get it fixed. ate an ok  7-dollar burrito at laughing planet, and reminded myself not to go there again. biked to tradeup in SE and met one of the managers, gave them my resume and cover letter, and realized i'd somehow forgot to mention on my resume that i have taught at rock and roll camp for girls. speaking of which, yesterday i found out i'll be teaching there in the fall, and you could say that i am completely fucking jazzed about that development. it is in line with this whole transformation of my life that i've started. basically, the plan is to engage myself in the creative and engaging activities that make me happy, and not to do insect work unless it fits in with that somehow. everyone at work found out i'm leaving, and theyre all apologizing about it, in a solemn way, and i'm just like 'hey, i'm excited to have time to work on other things. i've got a plan.' My list of other things has been waiting for a long time. OH back to my yesterday and my today....after dropping my res at tradeup, i met up with clea, we updated each other on our lives, and we biked downtown. She to happy hour, me to the lucky jeans store for my irresponsible birthday present to myself of a pair of jeans. i managed to rip the crotch out of every pair of my favorite jeans by the beginning of summer, and was more than content wearing cutoffs the last few months, but its getting chilly again, and i have always wanted a pair of luckys. After that i biked home, and taught jolene a drum lesson. Jolene is one of my favorite students. And this time she brought me a cream cheese brownie for my bday. After the lesson i made an eggplant and potato invention for me and lydia and hit the pillow. This morning i woke up from dreams of bomber planes flying over staten island dropping bombs on the city, my parents holding a historical tour of the house i grew up in that they still live in, and some bullet piercing my neck and having not much of an effect on me at all. I took a few minutes to stretch, planning to make sure my day went differently than my dreams. Lids and i had our bagel fix at the Pot, i biked to work. I spent 30 minutes at my desk then decided i would work at the albina press until i got hungry enough for my eggplant and potato lunch. This lasted a few hours. A few hours of the aforementioned "cut and paste and italicize and bullshit on myspace....etc".  Returned to the office in time to down my lunch and meet with some of my bosses to hand off two projects i'd been the main person on. One was a series of workshops on pollinators we held on farms for farmers and ag professionals from various govt agencies...the other was an identification guide to the native bees of the united states that i was the primary writer for. Its been through the hands of many editors, and i am hoping the final product still resembles my work and my name is all big on it and shit, because i spent months and months on that thing, and learned a lot from it. After this meeting i was having trouble keeping my eyes open so i returned to the Press for a coffee - one of only two caffeinated coffee drinks i've had in the last week and a half or so. It did the trick and i didnt get a panic attack. I copy and pasted and copy and pasted some paragraphs on some flies and water insects that are nearly extinct, and didnt increase their chances of survival by one bit in the process. Cest la vie. Biked home and taught another one of my students, who is a 10 year old boy. He asks funny things like "did i learn all the beats there are on the drums?" and "can you please show me a beat I haven't done before?" and "who invented the first drums?" and he makes me think of fun new ways of teaching rhythms so i end of saying things like "boom-cha-ca-boom-cha-ca" and "one - and - two - and - ready - and crash!" and "bass-and-snare-and-bass-bass-snare-and."  I also taught him me and treadway's celebratory 'high sticks' that we give each other at practice when we figure out our new beats. Lids and i shared some delish thai, a friend sent me a digitized make-out chart for olympia that looks like a fucked up spider web, and i have since been sitting on a nice wooden chair at the dining room table writing this blog. and....i think i will post on my myspace that i made this blog...so tell me what you think about what i think. please.