I'm reading Your Money or Your Life as part of the Actor's Fund Money Graduates book club. We read four books a year. The last book was The Millionaire Mind, chosen as the mindset book. This book is the practical advice book of the year.
Today I went to Bob Baker's Marionette Theater.
Other people have detailed the history much more closely than I want to, but the important bits are this:
1) It's been around 50+ years.
2) The building is a historical landmark.
3) They literally just do marionette shows.
"I'm a Drupal dev at a Wordcamp. Feel like a spy. Wish I had dressed more like James Bond."
Wrote that tweet this morning, deep inside enemy territory at the Cove at UCI Irvine's Applied Innovation department.
Before we get into the WordPress stuff, let's talk about the Cove.
I won't talk about it much but they had SO MANY KINDS OF CHAIRS YOU GUYS.
I felt strange two days ago not posting about Alton Sterling, and then yesterday Philando Castile was shot and killed in a neighborhood I know. I wrote a lot, then, and decided to wait a day before sharing. Between now and then, five police died at the hands of a sniper.
I feel very, very sad today. I am not alone. Everyone in America is sad today.
I give up.
I give up on blogs about business and self-improvement and whatever else on the internet. It is a self-perpetuating bullshit machine and though I am here, writing alongside everyone else, I believe there's something better to be made of the internet than half-baked listicles.
I'm coming up on one year of participation in the Nerd Fitness Academy.
For the past three days I've been assembling a "lessons learned after 75 days" post in the spirit of the post I wrote 8 days in.
Part of me thinks, "Aw, how cute, eight-days-in me!" And part of me knows I was learning a ton of really concrete lessons that early on.
In a scary movie when something goes wrong, a LOT of things go wrong. Maybe the tent won't stand up, and then there's a forest fire, and then somebody twists an ankle, and then a bear shows up, and then the fire surprise attacks from some new angle, and then maybe there's a scary bad guy, and then, finally, you make it out all sweat stained but with a clear lesson that life is beautiful if only because you have it. Like Jurassic Park.
A girl laying in the dead leaves, orange light on her face from the sodium streetlight and she feels so sad, she feels like an empty fountain ready for winter, she is the wrong season, she is bursting buds in the middle of October, ready to go, ready to bloom, pent up and whipped in the wind. She lays in the dead leaves and takes instagram pictures. She feels the leaves in her hair and notices her makeup. She thinks about young people and she thinks about what nine years mean to each of us. The leaves crunch under her head.
