Guna

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you might have noticed an underlying theme to many of my posts. I haven’t been trying to do that on purpose. It’s kinda just happened that way.

For much of my life, I have been focusing on becoming a good listener and understander of other people.

The last few years, a number of things happened in my life which pushed me in another direction – focusing on becoming a good listener and understander of myself. I know this has changed my life for the better.

As I have been learning to listen to myself, I have noticed some strange things (about myself – go figure) and experienced previously unnoticed feelings.

Tonight is no exception. I know there is something going on inside of me – it has been there for the last few days. I also know that if I stop and listen, I will learn what it is.

The strange thing is that I am avoiding listening. I'm doing all those things I do when I am trying to escape from myself. All this effort to avoid is making slightly annoyed and kinda tired.

I’m guna be brave and go listen to myself now.

The Sex Lives of Cannibals

I just started reading one of the most funny books I have ever read - "The Sex Lives of Cannibals".

It's a non-fiction book about a man that follows his wife to a small island in the South Pacific. They live there for over two years while she does Peace Corps-like work.

In just the first 20 pages, I have caught myself laughing out loud more times than any other book I have read. Check out this . Here is an excerpt describing a night in a hotel, halfway to their new island home:

“In our room, which was not a bad room, I spent much of the night like a taunted monkey in a cage, lurching from wall to wall flinging my sandals at the insidious creatures [cockroaches], and when my tally reached five dead cockroaches, I thought it was safe to attempt sleep. And then I felt it. It was scrambling up my back, a sharp pitter-patter with razor fur burning my skin. I knew that very soon I would have a cockroach in my ear. Instinct took over. I emitted a primal scream and bounced out of the bed. Slyvia did likewise. She does not like to be woken up suddenly. I calmly explained the situation and she was thoughtful enough to summon with some urgency several higher-power characters in Christian theology.”

Nomination, Here I Come!

My recruiter got back to me today with some very good news.

She said the quarter opening was pushed back a week (from November 1st to November 8th). She will be able to see potential gigs the week before the quarter opens.

Here’s where it gets good: she is going to contact me on November 5th to talk about nomination options!

Mini News Flash - 2K

Today, this website reached the 2K mark -- more than 2,000 pageloads since its creation!

Keeping In Touch

Well, I just sent a quick note to my Peace Corps recruiter to let her know that I am still here, and ready for the next step in the process. It's exciting to be at a point were another step forward can occur (6 days before nomination could occur).

I'm going to Barnes and Noble (one of my favorite places to go) to find a book about the impact of culture on values.

Have a great night!

Some Random Mutterings

I remember watching a skit on TV (it might have been from the show Laugh In) where a young man decided to help an old woman across a busy street. As the man started to take her across, she began to hit him with her cane, repeatedly -- she never wanted any help...

Help is one of those strange morphing gifts.

It's weird how quickly help can morph into control. Once it becomes control, it isn't even a gift at all, it's the opposite.