|When you confuse the Summit with the Golf
||[Oct. 17th, 2005|12:30 am]
The Perpetual Second
|||||James Taylor "The Nearness of You"||]|
And after an extended absense, I finally get around to updating again.
And fitting with the subject line, I am now driving the Summit as opposed to the Golf. As the Golf is currently indisposed. It really needs an oil change. Seriously. I'd say it's been about a year. Even taking into account the fact that it wasn't driven for about two and half months last winter, it's still a little long. So I'm doing the car swap this evening when I stopped at home for laundered goods, and I get to thinking "You know Will, the Summit really is a lot better than the Golf." And for most accounts this is true. Summit: Better brakes, power steering, working tape deck, cheaper fuel at the moment (though the Golf last quite a bit longer between fuelings), I look less intensely scumassical when driving it, higher top speed. Nonetheless, the Golf is my car. While the first attempted teaching occurred in the Honda, the Golf was the first car in which I was halfway comfortable driving. The Honda sucked quite badly. And this was during my sophomore year of highschool in which the golf became my mode of transport. So it's seen me from Point A to Point B fairly reliably for a number of years. So I have some foolhardy emotional attachment to the Golf. It'll be my car until it's finally driven to its demise.
So what else has characterized the life of Will during this livejournalistic absense? School is yet to be the death of me, though it's obviously trying. Although I'm only taking 12 credits, they're all science class scams. Therefore I'm in class 16 hours (plus there's jazz band, but more on that later) and they aren't particularly easy classes. Physics II and PChem especially. Lots of fun fun fun calculus. On top of that, there's jobs. And oh are there jobs this year. I'm still a tutor (right now they're all Chem people, hottest of damns) still continuing in the labs as a continuation of this summer's grand works, but now, I'm also an intern in the Valspar R&D lab. So this year my monthly food, women, and drugs slush has effectively doubled (And there's more on that too). Of this also means I'm working 27 hours a week. And Valspar is on the Moline/East Moline border, giving me a good morning jaunt. It also means I wake up at 6:30. Not my finest hour. Given that it's not unheard of for my to be distracted by things until 2. In a regular manner. The lab is actually pretty cool though, even if it did force me to shave. But there's a number of relatively minor things I'd do for $10 an hour (although I am a better looker when bearded, really. This is a statement of relativity people.) And I have actually been making paint. I'm in the midst of three different projects at the moment, though a lot of the testing I don't do based on the amount of time I actually can be there. But that'll happen at some point. In the meantime there's much mixing and training to be done!
And now for the part you've all not been waiting for, Jazz Combos. With Frederick gone, it has been a much nicer working environment. No one particularly challenges my middling power and authority. And things are coming together for the concert. We've got five songs in some state of preparedness (and by November 4th they should all be just fine). Most notably is our final number Mushroom Hunting, which me and Ellen have been hacking at for the past month or so. Given that no actual sheet music is available for it, we've pretty much transcribed the whole thing. And it sounded alright last wednesday. There's still some fine tuning to be done, but it'll be fine. We've got two weeks. So if any of you are around the Quad Cities on November 4th. You should come to the concert at 7:30, it'll be good.
And the other thing which was to be embellished upon later was about my slush fund. But the expansion of that subject is something that for no particularly plausible reason. Anyway I'm sure most of you know about it in passing at least.
And so by request: Onward, my friends, to victory and glory for the thirtyninth.