It rained. The whole day.

From the minute I woke up this afternoon, the rain has fallen. Sometimes torrential storms, other times little dribbles. But it made the sky grey. 


So I spent the day indoors doing constructive things like mixing stuff in my fridge to make interesting sandwiches, a load of laundry, and watching netflix on my laptop while propped up on a pillow on my bed.


Awesome!


But seriously, enough already. It better be dry and sunny tomorrow. 

I was in Cleveland, OH last week

Okay so it's not San Francisco, or San Diego, but Cleveland has its own charms. For one, look at all that water!

Anyway, I was in Cleveland last week on a job interview. It was my first visit to the city, and actually to the State of Ohio as a whole.

I had better grow to like it, it may become my new home.

Crikey! But it's only the beginning of November.

A week ago I walked into a Rite Aid pharmacy in Shadyside and these were already up. The label at the top of the card stand reads, "Christmas". When we've only just had Halloween. Christmas? Already?

Lyrics?

Music has definitely changed. I noticed that while listening to a song on the radio. I found my foot tapping, but couldn't make heads or tails of what they hell they were singing about.


Take these, for example:


Somewhere, my love, there will be songs to sing
Although the snow covers the hopes of Spring
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold
And there are dreams, all that your heart can hold
Someday we'll meet again, my love
Someday whenever the Spring breaks through
You'll come to me out of the long-ago
Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow
Till then, my sweet, think of me now and then
Godspeed, my love, till you are mine again


vs.


I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying A-YO
Gotta let go
Baby, let's go


I came to dance, dance, dance, dance
I hit the floor
'Cause that's my plans, plans, plans, plans
I'm wearing all my favorite 
Brands, brands, brands, brands
Give me space for both my hands, hands, hands, hands
You, you
Cause it to go on and on and on
And it goes on and on and on


Yes, it most certainly does! Maybe I'm just getting old and cranky, cranky cranky, cranky.

I'm back in school

If i had a trust fund, and a shiny key ring with a three-pronged star insignia, if I vacationed in the Hamptons at the family beach house every year, and if I popped my collar, if my first name sounded like a surname, and if it was predetermined that I would go on to the Ivy League, then maybe, just maybe, I would have gone to a college prep school like this:

But I wasn't. And I didn't. 


But I did okay for a skinny white boy from a middle class neighborhood on a coastal city that gets so humid it could make a camel's foot sweat, all the way down in Africa. I went to a good all-boys school where I had to wear a tie and blazer (in summer); where we were caned with a bamboo stick for not doing Physics homework; where we stood for a teacher when he or she walked into the classroom - and then addressed them as, "Ma'am" or "Sir".


But I digress. I've landed a plum internship with an academy, no less, where I work in the alumni affairs and development office. Yup, I raise money for the 126-year old school.


And don't get me wrong, the school is beautiful, the grounds are breathtaking, the facilities world-class. And the internship is going well.