Dear Whoever Reads This,
Life is good. How is yours?
Class is going well. We've been on three field trips in two weeks: The Modern Art Museum, the San Francisco Zoo, and a pot luck BBQ atop one of my students' downtown apartment buildings. I can't say I don't enjoy the executive powers available to me. Today we watched a movie about World War II, and how America got rescued from the Great Depression by being drawn into the greatest fight of its life. It won due to all of the detailed divine destinies of all the diminutive deities who were merely represented by figures in lists of captured and casualties. Or because it just is, if you're into that sort of explanation. But on a higher level of perspective, with slightly more detail, one could say that America's quick productivity and ingenuity helped it jump into a fight that had been going on long before it woke up to it. The fact it had stayed out of it for so long owed to its advantageous position and strength when it did begin. Ultimately, it won because of the worst weapon in the world being created by a man who once tried to poison his college professor and then quoted the Hindu Bhagavad Gita after the first successful test of the bomb. This bomb was enabled by the brilliant equations of one of its smartest citizens, and it strangely prevented any kind of third full-scale world war from ever being consummated. The only country it was used on, Japan, although initially devastated, would go on to become one of most advanced and rich societies on earth, and never go to war again.
After the video I told a plain language story/quick summary of the causes of World War I and World War II. It was interesting to note how little people knew about it even though it was the biggest war on earth that involved just about every country, whether or not they wanted it.
Now we're in San Francisco, and there is no unified world war, although life is a battle every day. The people here mostly appear to be well, if you were at all curious about how people on the west coast of the United States are doing. After a slow period of selectively choosing my hangout's and balancing it out with solitary readjustment to America/living indoors/new city/new coast/western society/being stationary while writing a book, organizing my pictures and continuing to learn, I've finally found myself spending more time with people than not. Last weekend I didn't get home from parties/group hangout's until after 10 pm three nights in a row starting Thursday, and then I used the rest of my time to write.
I also got my car fixed recently, which is always good. I'm going on a great adventure soon. Whether or not it's before I go to Mexico for my cousin's wedding has yet to be decided.
The only time I went to Mexico before this, I took dozens of long bus rides and a dozen hitchhiked rides south and then west across America in the winter, up to San Francisco, all so I could "fly down to Mexico-o-o" and "catch my plane right on time and let my honesty shine" or whatever it was that Simon & Garfunkel were singing in "The Only Living Boy in New York".
Speaking of which, I am flying to Mexico one year to the day that I left my home state, New York. I think the first night is my younger cousin's bachelor party. I spent my first full day in America in April 2012 at my older cousin's bachelor party. All I had to do after that to get back to Mexico was drive all over the northern US in the summer and find a way to live in San Francisco. Although this time, I had no idea I was going to Mexico.
My first day in California, when I crossed the northern border from Oregon so I could camp in Redwood National Park, I went to the cloudy Pacific Ocean and either called or got a call from my cousin Dan. He asked me if I would be in his wedding party in May, and I said that was a great way of telling me he was getting married, which I think he actually had forgotten to officially mention since it had been rumored for a while.
Besides that, I stood in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles today for ninety minutes, and when I got to the counter I found that the important document in my bag was somewhere other than there. At least I got info about everything I need to do.
Also, my laptop touch pad mouse stopped working, which is annoying, but fixable.
But it's not World War II, so what can I do?
Life is good. How is yours?
Class is going well. We've been on three field trips in two weeks: The Modern Art Museum, the San Francisco Zoo, and a pot luck BBQ atop one of my students' downtown apartment buildings. I can't say I don't enjoy the executive powers available to me. Today we watched a movie about World War II, and how America got rescued from the Great Depression by being drawn into the greatest fight of its life. It won due to all of the detailed divine destinies of all the diminutive deities who were merely represented by figures in lists of captured and casualties. Or because it just is, if you're into that sort of explanation. But on a higher level of perspective, with slightly more detail, one could say that America's quick productivity and ingenuity helped it jump into a fight that had been going on long before it woke up to it. The fact it had stayed out of it for so long owed to its advantageous position and strength when it did begin. Ultimately, it won because of the worst weapon in the world being created by a man who once tried to poison his college professor and then quoted the Hindu Bhagavad Gita after the first successful test of the bomb. This bomb was enabled by the brilliant equations of one of its smartest citizens, and it strangely prevented any kind of third full-scale world war from ever being consummated. The only country it was used on, Japan, although initially devastated, would go on to become one of most advanced and rich societies on earth, and never go to war again.
After the video I told a plain language story/quick summary of the causes of World War I and World War II. It was interesting to note how little people knew about it even though it was the biggest war on earth that involved just about every country, whether or not they wanted it.
Now we're in San Francisco, and there is no unified world war, although life is a battle every day. The people here mostly appear to be well, if you were at all curious about how people on the west coast of the United States are doing. After a slow period of selectively choosing my hangout's and balancing it out with solitary readjustment to America/living indoors/new city/new coast/western society/being stationary while writing a book, organizing my pictures and continuing to learn, I've finally found myself spending more time with people than not. Last weekend I didn't get home from parties/group hangout's until after 10 pm three nights in a row starting Thursday, and then I used the rest of my time to write.
I also got my car fixed recently, which is always good. I'm going on a great adventure soon. Whether or not it's before I go to Mexico for my cousin's wedding has yet to be decided.
The only time I went to Mexico before this, I took dozens of long bus rides and a dozen hitchhiked rides south and then west across America in the winter, up to San Francisco, all so I could "fly down to Mexico-o-o" and "catch my plane right on time and let my honesty shine" or whatever it was that Simon & Garfunkel were singing in "The Only Living Boy in New York".
Speaking of which, I am flying to Mexico one year to the day that I left my home state, New York. I think the first night is my younger cousin's bachelor party. I spent my first full day in America in April 2012 at my older cousin's bachelor party. All I had to do after that to get back to Mexico was drive all over the northern US in the summer and find a way to live in San Francisco. Although this time, I had no idea I was going to Mexico.
My first day in California, when I crossed the northern border from Oregon so I could camp in Redwood National Park, I went to the cloudy Pacific Ocean and either called or got a call from my cousin Dan. He asked me if I would be in his wedding party in May, and I said that was a great way of telling me he was getting married, which I think he actually had forgotten to officially mention since it had been rumored for a while.
Besides that, I stood in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles today for ninety minutes, and when I got to the counter I found that the important document in my bag was somewhere other than there. At least I got info about everything I need to do.
Also, my laptop touch pad mouse stopped working, which is annoying, but fixable.
But it's not World War II, so what can I do?
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