Señorita Ruth

Writing to Remember

Things have been pretty busy, but SenoritaRuth.com has been on my mind, and I want to make sure that I keep up with it, even if it has to be with small, off-topic posts like this one. I mean, I have a mil­lion great ideas that I even­tu­ally plan on fin­ish­ing up or start­ing, but there’s some­thing to be said about being a lit­tle spon­ta­neous and hon­est too. I mean, in the sense of writ­ing for the sake of actual com­mu­ni­ca­tion with read­ers. I have a hard time with you, reader, because I don’t know who you are, or if you even exist. I mean, I don’t know what it means to have read­ers. But what­ever, you’re only part of the rea­son why I write.
While I won’t go on and on here about writ­ing, because I don’t do nearly enough of it to war­rant me hav­ing a pub­lic opin­ion, I will say that I have a lot or writ­ing to do for school. I’m enjoy­ing the chal­lenge but feel­ing some intense pres­sure. This is all self-inflicted, have no doubt, and that helps me keep my whin­ing to a dull roar (quit yer bitchin’!).
I’m also try­ing to remain keenly aware of the real world around me. Spring is such a redeem­ing sea­son, and it’s very easy to take from the new growth and impe­tus in the form of metaphor to do the same. This year I’m bat­tling a huge amount of iner­tia; more, it feels like, than ever before. How­ever, regard­less of how far back I feel set, I’m pretty sure things are gonna end up okay. Hav­ing said that, a cou­ple of quick points.
If you want to hire me, I’m look­ing for a job. Writ­ing, edit­ing, teach­ing, I’m open to a num­ber of dif­fer­ent options. Don’t get me wrong, I’m apply­ing and offi­cially job-searching, but I don’t sup­pose there’s a rea­son to not men­tion it here as well. I’m down to do off-beat, quirky projects, tackle big orga­ni­za­tional tasks, or strike out on a research adven­ture. The only dif­fer­ence between now and then is that I’d like to get paid now too.
Sec­ondly, I’m really in need of a fris­bee part­ner. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’ve started the Fris­bee Lovin Fix­ers on the Duke City Fix in hopes of start­ing up some sort of inter­est group. I’m think­ing Sun­day after­noons are gonna be a good time to get out of the house for an hour or two. I wish I was fast enough to be able to run and catch my own throw, but as it stands, I’m def­i­nitely gonna need fris­bee play­mates.
Well, it’s back to the grind. Glad I decided to do this. I have some awe­some sun­set pics to post from my favorite pirate, Ms. Brid­gette.
Also, I quizzed some of my friends for your ben­e­fit. If you’ve ever had ques­tions about school, work, and grow­ing up, then keep an eye out on how some of my col­leagues are makin it after high school, col­lege, or grad school. The paths are many, all filled with chal­lenges and the unex­pected twists and turns of life. Suf­fer­ing from sometimes-intense bouts of panic about life post-grad school, it’s nice to remem­ber that I’m not the first or the only ques­tion­ing my role in life and soci­ety. For­ward move­ment and excel­lence in effort are bound to land me where I need to be.

Last minute thoughts: still pon­der­ing the offer to do some sort of polit­i­cal right wing vs. left piece of web­lish­ing. Not sure how I feel about it yet. Part of me twitches with antic­i­pa­tion, but another part of me is wary of con­tribut­ing, on how­ever small a scale, to com­bat­ive or con­fronta­tional polit­i­cal dis­course. Maybe it sounds like I’m pussy­foot­ing, but at the same time I see lim­ited ben­e­fits in fram­ing infor­ma­tion like that. Sean, you’re gonna have to do me some con­vinc­ing if you want to do this thing. Like I said, I like the idea but it has to be con­struc­tive dia­log.

Mr. Draven and I are gonna get together to make some music. I’ve decided. It should be fun. This is a back­burner project but I fully intend to post what, if any­thing, we record.

Okay, now really back to impor­tant work. Peace out.