Voice Post

from the pounding rain to the pale gold sunlight

I wanted to make another voice post but my phone went dead right after the first one. It occurs to me that I've only ever powered down my phone maybe four times in the entire fifteen months I've owned it. Motorola does make a good battery. Anyhow, it's charging.

Training let us out early because we had a nice instructor who was very engaging. We watched a video about neurobiology, and a project Harvard is running studying the brain development of premature babies. I never thought about it before, that while sometimes their lungs and hearts are developed enough to support them the brains still have weeks of development left to go to reinforce neural paths and create networks. Also, the noise and light of a typical neonatal intensive care unit is about as far as one can get from the dark muffled womb and why did we never think about the effects of that before? Watching the development of neurons and the cell migration was both incredibly cool and deeply unsettling. It made me wish I had any talent for math and science so I could run off and become a neurobiologist because oh my stars how incredibly fascinating is that field? Damn.

I am forever cursed to be a dilettante. There are so many things to know.

Also in training, I was complimented on my articulate speaking and thoughtful answers. I can't tell you how much it means to me to get that praise. As someone with no social work training, no formal background in my field, I often feel painfully one step behind my peers. It makes me feel good to know I can get involved in these discussions and hold my own ground based on my (limited) experience and the reading I do on the side.

Speaking of books, I've started reading Anthony Bourdain's newest book. It's a collection of short pieces from various places and so far wildly entertaining. He writes just about the same way he talks. I feel bad that I only read ten books last month, and two of those were basically excuses for soft core pornography. (Yay manga.) I must get back on track with reading more.

Thursday is the only night this week I don't have something planned. It's been busy. I like it though. I feel as if I'm finally giving myself the life I wanted but was too scared to find. I think about the person I was at nineteen, and how utterly terrified I was of other people. How working up the nerve to speak in class, or to talk to a stranger would make my stomach hurt, my cheeks flush and my heart pound. Back then, everyone was a stranger. I talk so much more, and really I talk too much these days. I should learn to shut up now.

In other news, The Killers are playing the Erwin Center in April! I haven't seen a concert in the Erwin since... well since the tour where Garbage opened for the Smashing Pumpkins and I learned that Billy Corgan can't actually sing but that Shirley Manson was the sexiest being on earth. Exciting! I hope we can get good seats.

Oh my god, and the last Harry Potter book is coming out this summer. I am not ready! I am not ready! Aaaaaaaaaaaa.

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My neck and thumbs hurt from playing Soul Calibur. I swear they made the big guys faster in this version than they were in the second. Ow. But the fun!

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