{XYZ} PDQ, and one other observation.
do you remember that joke relic from elementary school, usually (and hopefully) followed by giggling and a hearty “psych!”, which although obnoxious, beat the alternative scenario: your zipper had been down all day.
quell horror.
anyway, this is the end of the alphabet postings for november, which we are wrapping up in december. this should be of no surprise to you, AT ALL. (you expected me to keep to a schedule? have we met?)
the end of things always make me remember the beginnings of things, what i’ve learned, what has happened. i think that’s pretty normal, right? in december the “best of” lists start pouring out, along with the memories and artifacts of the year, and how it all began–where were we a year ago?
the XYZ’s always make you remember the ABC’s.
and on that note of reflection and learning, here’s something i ran across a few weeks ago that made me think; despite mr. adams’ odd views (with which I don’t agree) on several things, it’s still interesting to think about. I’m deciding how much I feel this is true or not.
what do you think?
“You are what you learn. If all you know is how to be a gang member, that’s what you’ll be, at least until you learn something else. If you go to law school, you’ll see the world as a competition. If you study engineering, you’ll start to see the world as a complicated machine that needs tweaking. A person changes at a fundamental level as he or she merges with a particular field of knowledge. If you don’t like who you are, you have the option of learning until you become someone else. There’s almost nothing you can’t learn your way out of. Life is like a jail with an unlocked, heavy door. You’re free the minute you realize the door will open if you simply lean into it.”
-Scott Adams on Dilbert.com [via Mighty Girl]
oh, hi. well, i like that learning quote. perhaps, though, it’s because i’m currently in a state of furious learning of things that i hope one day i’ll start to look like. anyway, i also think i’m starting a slow migration over to wordpress. and a slow (unrelated) migration across the country in which your little town (mine no longer) will be a stop, and where i will walk the street where you live, calling your name, until you come out your front door and i can. . . hand you a letter. not really. well, all but the letter part is true.
i think i agree too. which makes me rather frightened to become a parent, i think. i’m excited about both migrations, but not equally — there’s much more emotive energy supporting your temporary migration here for the holidays. i’ll let you know when we’re around, and i’ll take my letter in the form of your company 🙂
whooot!