The past comes back

Thank you for all your great support. The interview went very well. I'm qualified. Unfortunately, they cannot promise me a full forty hours a week.
Yes, the place I'm currently working did offer me the job, but the official start date keeps getting put off. There's more red tape in hiring than one would ever imagine. If it is all going to unravel at least I will be ready. If it finally all gets knitted together then I have a couple pearls to add to the weave.

Here's the crazy part of the interview. The woman,Carol, and I were comparing places we've lived. Just warm up talk. I was speaking of San Francisco State and for some reason she asked me if I knew anyone from Fremont. Oh yeah, my college roommate Pat H. was from Fremont. Carol says, "Patti?" Who knew...Patti and Carol were great friends in HS and a bit longer. It was Carol that helped Patti play that joke on me through the mail saying Patti had run off to France and gotten married. It was the best interview warm up conversation ever.

Damn, this world just keeps getting smaller.

They'll be doing more interviews this coming week. I expect to hear from them in two weeks or so. I'll wait till then to consider this position further
Have I mentioned lately that I've moved up and down the coast and back and forth across the country, a couple times, since college? This is amazing stuff here. It serves to remind me there are only miracles.

Bifurcation vs. Articulation

We have buses here in Seattle that carry me from one county to another. They are usually wonderful, warm, comfortable places to be in traffic or otherwise. Lately, and after some rather harrowing bus rides, I'm finding the bifurcated buses not as comfortable. It's beginning to flavor my decisions on how I get home. I prefer to wait for a non-bifurcated bus.

The buses are not actually called bifurcated. They are called articulated. I've attached the dictionary definitions to these two words. Essentially, bifurcation means pretty much just one thing - divide or fork into two branches. That's it. That's what these buses are like. They are two part buses - with the back end swinging separately from the front to enable it to negotiate corners more effectively.

Articulated - this throws me for a loop. What does articulation have to do with a two part bus? I mean these buses belch. But, they don't speak. They don't use language at all, never mind articulating clearly. Okay, the belch counts - but is that truly articulate?

So why, for gods sake, are these buses called articulated buses and not bifurcated?

I do understand why, in today's liberalist society, we do not call these buses "jointed". That term may never work (with a straight face).

Have I whined about this already? That's how much this bothers me...

Bifurcation = to divide or fork into two branches.

Articulation = 1.uttered clearly in distinct syllables.
2. capable of speech; not speechless.
3. using language easily and fluently; having facility with words: an articulate speaker.
4. expressed, formulated, or presented with clarity and effectiveness: an articulate thought.
5. made clear, distinct, and precise in relation to other parts: an articulate form; an articulate shape; an articulate area.
6. (of ideas, form, etc.) having a meaningful relation to other parts: an articulate image.
7. having parts or distinct areas organized into a coherent or meaningful whole; unified: an articulate system of philosophy.
8. Zoology . having joints or articulations; composed of segments. (Oh - this one....got it. Hmmm, still don't like it.)

Holidays

The christmas tree came down this evening. The room looks bland. I wonder how many Valentine's decorations I have?

Nothing special

Some mornings I get the whole city to myself. So it seems. Some mornings I get off the bus and I'm the only soul walking the half block over to the transfer stop. There's maybe a person or three milling about waiting for a bus as well. The city streets are misted over in the early morning so the busses hiss as they motor past. Especially the electric busses - they only hiss, no motor noise.

This morning though, (there's always exceptions) the wind was blowing through the streets, the number of cars weaving among the busses was noteworthy, the people I was weaving among to get to my transfer stop, all of it is such a change from my normal observations. Today, it really was a city. It bustled.

Nothing special - except it kinda was. Nothing much else going on.

Rule #78

The year has begun wonderfully. I hope everyone has had as good a first week of the new year.

Rule #78 - Base decisions on what you want, not what you have. Decisions today can only affect the future not the past.

My exercise last week was for one day to base every decision on what I wanted in the future, not how my life was at that moment. I wanted my bus card full so I could go to work - done. I wanted to have fun stuff for Sunday breakfast - done. I wanted to relax each night and not worry about laundry - oh that got done back then too. Today is yesterday's future. Even if for only one day a week I base all my decisions on the future - shoot...this is cool.