Okay, so most people I know have the school year as the crazy ass time of year. For me, it’s the summer. Which is why I haven’t tumbld so much. This summer I have been working three jobs: 1) My company, Redshift Productions, has been implementing a program called EcoTales, wherein we would lead visitors (children and their parents) in an experience of learning about invasive species, characters, and fables, writing a short fable about invasive species, and then creating crowns as costumes and performing the story. 2) Working with the Human Computer Interaction Lab at Cornell University on a project building an app called Moboogie for the Android platform. Moboogie creates music as you move with the phone. I’m creating the music component, helping with design interface, and managing programmers. 3) My usual, necessary, gig of working with the Ithaca Coffee Company, doing production and wholesale delivery of primarily coffee, with the occasional other gourmet food item. I’ve also been on teams submitting two grants to the NSF for awesome science/art projects that should absolutely be funded in a just world. Which this is not. But we shall see…
I also went to CA for a wedding in June, and stretched that out for a week for our anniversary a few days before the wedding. That didn’t suck. At all. And later this month I get to go on the obligatory every other year exotic trip with my mother in law. This year it’s Peru. Going to Machu Picchu. That rocks.
After that trip, my mother in law gets hip replacement surgery (yes she is going up to Maccu Picchu with a bum hip. She is both crazy and awesome at the same time.). My wife flies with her back home to Nebraska from Peru to assist her in that first week of recovery. My wife comes back, I go take care of my mother in law for another week, while starting the first week of my new MA in Museum Studies program. My mother in law and I get along famously, so that’s not such a bad thing as it may sound to some of you.
After that, the schedule should solidify and settle down.
Unless, of course, another thing happens. But I’m not letting that one out of the bag yet. Oooooooh, no sir! I have learned my lesson about THAT one way too many times. Suffice it to say that it would involve MASSIVE change.
No, it’s not pectoral implants. Get your mind out of the gutter!
