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Dec. 8th, 2004 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
falcongrrlSitting here listening to my new iPod, contemplating boneless chicken, or rather, the absence of any desire to contemplate boneless chicken, even when such contemplation could result in about $35/hr.
Life is bizarre; there are times when that oddity crashes into me full-force, like a wave breaking overhead.
If not for my occasional-but-not-really-often-enough-to-be-considered-a-part-time job, or at least, the training for said job, I wouldn't be here.
Oh, of course, I would be here, here in this house probably, here on this planet most definitely.
But I wouldn't be here, you know, here in this white space. This pseudo-page. Peregrine would exist, most certainly. (How could Peregrine not exist? ;-) )
My typing here is based solely upon the chance comment of a then-stranger at orientation for a potential job. The chance of acting on those words, the chance of going to the training, the chance of choosing to reveal myself, the chance of going onto FM, the chance of meeting folks there. And now...here I am, there I am, everywhere a Peregrine.
So tenuous as to invite the willful suspension of belief, these invisible threads linking us to each other. Behind my resistance to writing of bras and boneless chicken lies the mystery of connection. Without such blatant consumerism, without a friend who works at that company, without marks with number 2 pencils, without analogies, without brief attempts at conversation...well, I'm someplace else now.
Not here, typing this.
Not with the support of a lot of you who I talk to daily and consider friends. Not with the two of you I met there.
If I keep typing, maybe it will all make sense to me.
If not, well there's always ideation homework to do.
If you don't understand this, don't worry. You probably don't need to. :-)
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Life is bizarre; there are times when that oddity crashes into me full-force, like a wave breaking overhead.
If not for my occasional-but-not-really-often-enough-to-be-considered-a-part-time job, or at least, the training for said job, I wouldn't be here.
Oh, of course, I would be here, here in this house probably, here on this planet most definitely.
But I wouldn't be here, you know, here in this white space. This pseudo-page. Peregrine would exist, most certainly. (How could Peregrine not exist? ;-) )
My typing here is based solely upon the chance comment of a then-stranger at orientation for a potential job. The chance of acting on those words, the chance of going to the training, the chance of choosing to reveal myself, the chance of going onto FM, the chance of meeting folks there. And now...here I am, there I am, everywhere a Peregrine.
So tenuous as to invite the willful suspension of belief, these invisible threads linking us to each other. Behind my resistance to writing of bras and boneless chicken lies the mystery of connection. Without such blatant consumerism, without a friend who works at that company, without marks with number 2 pencils, without analogies, without brief attempts at conversation...well, I'm someplace else now.
Not here, typing this.
Not with the support of a lot of you who I talk to daily and consider friends. Not with the two of you I met there.
If I keep typing, maybe it will all make sense to me.
If not, well there's always ideation homework to do.
If you don't understand this, don't worry. You probably don't need to. :-)
A+
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Date: 2004-12-09 10:21 am (UTC)(Who am I kidding? My adolescent self isn't more than a hairs-breadth away at any given time.)
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Date: 2004-12-09 12:17 pm (UTC)I swear, they would have had a much better ideation if they'd just asked the guys.