Just to mess with people. I told them that on the West Coast we have another peculiar tradition of removing your top and giving it to the person on your left to wear during the meal. It was hilarious, people bought it, including some of the East Coast Americans! We all removed our tops, and the men in women’s tops made the meal a constant state of laughter. We still do this each year, as there are always newbies with us.
all you students, goin’ to class. remember now, you already finished the toughest part, and that’s kindergarten through twelfth grade! that was thirteen years. and once you’re done with this, you’ll never be broke or hungry, ‘cause your minds will be full of too much knowledge.
bus drivers come in every form. this one: both encouraging parent and spirited tour guide. outside of this comment (when an incredibly full bus suddenly vacated at portland state university), he was enthusiastically pointing out every possible attraction in the vicinity, complete with wayfinding signals and recommendations for different needs or interests. in comparison, i have tried to say good morning to another bus driver every single time i’ve ridden with him, and he will have none of it.
tin foil is compostable, right?
(soon-to-be not) my roommate
other recent waste-sorting choices include:
recycling: dirty paper towels, random plastic bags, tomato
compost: plastic wrap, shards of metal
trash: unwanted paper mail, sizable quantities of spoiled food
i assure you that he is well-aware of which uniquely designed and positioned receptacle is which, and that he is fully awake and conscious when i see him make these choices. many conversations have been had.
adulthood: an increasingly elusive concept for me.
unexpected morning frost in portland, oregon and needing to see through your car windshield?
scraping tool of choice (naturally): a frisbee
this is, of course, if you’re actually driving. i just see these things while walking to the bus stop. on the bus, there is not frisbee-scraping, but rather lots of flustered talk about how insanely cold it is this morning from those who would otherwise be biking. and, “but oh! there is some sun this morning, too! that’s strange. do we call that a fair trade?”
to save on utilities without freezing myself, i keep my thermostat consistently at 60 degrees (fahrenheit) when i am the only one home.
it is remarkable to me just how much my own perception of this temperature can shift from hour to hour or day to day.
right now, it seems very cold. give it some time, though, and it shouldn’t be long before i find myself thinking, “60?! i could make it cooler than that!”
If you are 35 or younger - and quite often, older - the advice of the old economy does not apply to you. You live in the post-employment economy, where corporations have decided not to pay people. Profits are still high. The money is still there. But not for you. You will work without a raise, benefits, or job security. Survival is now a laudable aspiration.