Back to the grind.

So it has been some time. Lots of catching up is possible in these pages, but I know no one reads them, save for my mother and she might not even be getting the notifications anymore. So why do I write this? As a exercise in venting, or just to leave a mark on the world wide web, or just maybe so I can come back twenty years later and try to get in touch with what I was. In any case, here I sit, with my scotch, writing.

So what to write about. I have spent most of the 2009 summer unemployed and sleeping under the stars. I had plans to be a raft guide in CO and sleep under the stars, but Santa Clara County had different thoughts on the matter, and actually I am not sure it would have turned out better with my plans. The noose is still around my neck but by now the callouses are so thick, I just consider the whole thing a colonial style choker. Stylish, oh yeah, Baby. (That was bad, and I am sorry.) But I now have the chance to live a dream. Of being a ski bum! and not even by choice! I am forced to work at a resort for a season pass so I can at least have an outlet. So much for paying off bills or loans. I am just making enough to sleep under a roof with heat. Quite literally, I am a Stanford graduate working for $8/hr (plus tips mind you!) 20/hrs a week as a coffee barista in Truckee, California. That lets me pay rent, eat, put some gas in my car (occansionally) and make monthly payments on my outstanding credit bill. PATIENTCE!!! I need some more. I am just waiting for the snow to stick so I can drill holes in snow for gates and bend over to highschool racers, or even better yet pick up incompetent rich people off their asses and say "good try" in my sleep.

My story is not uncommon or sad or even unfortunate. It is just another story. But for now this is what is laid out in front of me and it has been a great (repeat) lesson in humility. One of those lessons that you actually can get enough of, and I am about to that point.