A genius visited

I have to be getting ready for work, so I don’t have a ton of time, but two things I’d like to mention:

1. In Greece, when an orator or artist created and subsequently unveiled their masterpieces, it was said that they had been visited by a genius. Think of a genius like a muse – a spirit with the ability to grant the orator/artist with the clarity to share their ultimate vision. It wasn’t until the “enlightenment” that people were described as geniuses. I learned all of this in a Ted Talk, and this fact was posited as why the idea of the tortured artist is so prevalent today. Fascinating stuff.

2. I’m reading Kafka on the Shore right now, among other things, and with all of Murakami’s work, there are lines that seem to jump out of the page and stick themselves in my brain. They are timeless and ethereal, yet concrete truths. But more than that, I’ve noticed a pattern: every line that I’ve paused to contemplate and/or write down has been underlined by a previous reader.

I find myself feeling a strange kinship to this faceless, nameless stranger that is drawn to the same tangents in this book.

And a genius visited me, whispering that this could be the beginning of a great story in its own right.

So now I get to go to work, which is not very creative, and hopefully the genius will allow me to pause, just for a few hours. When I get home, I’ll give it the time and attention it deserves.

How cool is that though? I feel a little less alone in the world right now.

Divine intervention

Eric has said many times that it seems things just happen in my life. This can be good or bad, but regardless, I always seem to fall into things. And if I think about it, I can see that trend myself.

After college, I left my job at a candy store to pursue a “real” job. I had joined the volunteer fire department by then, and I was using a newspaper to look for jobs because both of my parents worked in journalism, so it was a natural choice. That’s how I found an opening for part-time/temporary full-time 9-1-1 dispatchers. I had no experience, but I still applied, won them over, and got the job. Dispatching was a lot of fun.

When I lived in Seattle, my first job was at Target, and I took that job because it meant I didn’ t have to live in my car; I could actually get an apartment and stay there. But after I met Eric, I wanted more, and he let me borrow his computer a few times. I browsed Craig’s List a lot for furniture, and I decided to take a look at jobs one day. A quasi-local nonprofit (Seattle Goodwill) had a job posting for a Risk and Safety Support Specialist. I applied, hoping that my background in the fire service would help. I was the third applicant, the third interview, and I got the job. My boss from that job and I are still close.

I had some strange health problems in Seattle, and I went to an alternative specialist when nothing else seemed to work. While there, I read an article about Teach for America, and it inspired me to apply, which I did, and I was accepted. If we hadn’t moved to Arkansas via TFA, Eric would not have gotten the job at US Steel, so he would no manufacturing experience, and wouldn’t have gotten the job that brought us here. I also would not have learned that I am actually good at math.

Which brings me to today. While I was at work, a nice gentleman who works at a local university had some exchanges, and as I helped him with his transaction, we started talking. I mentioned that I have been considering going back for an engineering degree, and it just so happens that he knows most everyone in the engineering department. He gave me some great information, left me with his card, and told me to call him any time. He had some great advice, and I left today feeling rather confident.

There have been many times that I mull over decisions I’ve made and conclude that I screwed up somewhere. I didn’t go to Stanford (so I didn’t have student loans); I never moved to England (so I met my husband); I joined TFA, so have struggled to find a job because most people wonder why I’m not teaching (I love my job now). But today I watched all of those pieces that had to fall in line just so I could have a conversation with a complete strange who showed the utmost faith in my ability to go back to school and excel.

Maybe he didn’t give me a free pass into the college, but he’s given me the exact boost that I needed to start making things happen. It’s great that a lot of things in my life fall into place on their own, but I think it’s time for me to push a few of those bits into place.

In other news: Eric is coming home early this weekend, so I will have to put off working on his Christmas present until Tuesday and Wednesday when I have some time off. This is not a bad thing; it just means a further delay in my actual crafting blog. 🙂

Completely Unexpected Bonus Post!

http://tardisbuilders.com/

Where has this website been all my life?

Have I been living under a rock? Perhaps a tree? In all of my wildest, geekiest, craftiest moments, how did I never think to search for a website like this?

How have I never made a TARDIS?!

This must be corrected immediately.

Starting tomorrow, a new project takes center stage. Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to build a TARDIS. Maybe a small one at first, say, a jewelry box, but this is so on!

 

Now what…?

A few weeks ago, I’m honestly not sure when it was, I started a project with my photo box. My idea was to make one of those decorated ones that are in stores, albeit with a twist. The twist was that instead of a pattern, I was using pictures from vacations and clip-outs of maps. The idea was to make it kind of a a themed photo box, never mind the fact that I don’t really have enough vacation photos to fill the box. I can add more as I go, of course.

Anyway, I cut up some things and have arranged them, and I left them for a while to see how I felt about the look before pasting it down. I am still not convinced, but I don’t know what else to do.

Kind of busy, no? Not sure this is what I’m going for.

Here are my options: Leave it as-is, which isn’t bad, but I’m not super excited about it. Start over from scratch. Forget about it and just move on to something else.

I am kind of tired after work today, and I have to get up pretty early for work tomorrow, so I honestly cannot make up my mind about it, so I am asking for your help. What do you think? Should I keep working with what I have, start with a fresh theme, or drop the whole thing (at least for now!)?

Vote! Let me know, and then I’ll let you know. I will keep this active for a week.

 

Wedding Wednesday: The Sam & Eric Exhibit

Happy Hump Day!

So, if you’ve read more than one post on this lil blog, you will see that I enjoy puns and alliteration more than should be allowed. Perhaps it’s a throwback from my days of writing MLA papers (MLA requires the use of a creative title), or perhaps it’s just another quirk of mine, but I can’t get enough of the two. Thus, I stumbled upon the idea of “Wedding Wednesdays”, where I would showcase either a DIY/crafty project from my own wedding, or something I saw and thought would be good for you to do.

Today I am showcasing my own elopement/wedding thing (welopement?), specifically the “Sam & Eric Exhibit” that I put together in our bay window for our families to fawn over while they were here with us.

The idea had sprouted before we decided not to have a more “traditional” wedding. I saw it as a take on the, apparently mandatory, slideshow of photos ending with the baby pictures side-by-side. Since the hubby and I are history buffs (he admittedly more so than I), I thought it would be a cool idea to instead have a “Museum of Love” sort of thing, which would house “artifacts” of our meeting, courtship, and so on.

We made a list of things to put in it, and then we decided to elope.

When my folks decided to drive here from Georgia, and we then decided to write a ceremony to share with our families on the beach, I wanted to use the museum idea. So I gathered a few small things, and I put them in our beautiful bay window, which has a convenient bench for displaying such things.

Since we technically got married three days before our ceremony, we had pictures from the courthouse framed, and they served as the centerpiece. We also included our Mariners bobble head, a Red Wings koozie, a Flyers puck, license plates from states we’ve lived in, and a few other trinkets. It was a great way to get people talking (ice breaker!), and it made the window look a little more festive than just looking over at our neighbor’s house.

And for me, it was a great little reminder of why I married the big lug.

Without further adieu, here is a picture of what the exhibit looked like. Thoughts?

The story of Sam & Eric as told by souvenirs.