Tuesday, April 29, 2008
No more rainbows, I promise
Ok, so I just IM'd with Amy Y. and it went fine. I've IM'd before, way back when I was a "virtual librarian" about 3-4 years ago. I've also sort of IM'd in the tutor.com database, if that counts. So I'm an old IM veteran! Look at me go!
So, relating to work...
Ah, well... so I just realized we're supposed to talk about WORK issues here. Ok, so rainbows are like work, because... ah...
Well, these days we are in a state of constant change. Experts say we are evolving at a rate that strains the human brain to its very limits and beyond. ?? One might say that this very exercise is a case-in-point. ?!! Time to handle the uncertainty and embrace the unending state of transition that is modern life. Enjoy the shimmer, the ephemeral. Let it go. Instead of grasping fists, greet each day with hands open.
(How's that for a segueway?)
Well, these days we are in a state of constant change. Experts say we are evolving at a rate that strains the human brain to its very limits and beyond. ?? One might say that this very exercise is a case-in-point. ?!! Time to handle the uncertainty and embrace the unending state of transition that is modern life. Enjoy the shimmer, the ephemeral. Let it go. Instead of grasping fists, greet each day with hands open.
(How's that for a segueway?)
Why Moochigeh?
"Moochigeh" is my attempt at Romanization of the Korean word for "rainbow". Now, I do not really like rainbows. In my first "normal" job of being a bank teller, I used to process checks that came back with "non sufficient funds" (bounced) and I started noticing that if your check had a teddy bear, a balloon, or a rainbow on it, it was 5 times as likely to bounce. I decided that rainbows are for mathematically-challenged wusses.
The other reason that I don't really like rainbows is that-- you know how the sky looks when there's actually a rainbow? It's still really wet outside, and it's still kind of gray, but the sun is shining in a way that reminds me of that Emily Dickenson poem ("there's a certain slant of light that oppresses..."). The sky's like the face of a little kid who's been crying and looks up with these tear-stained cheeks and you're thinking, is he going to cheer up now? Or are we in for another downpour? I don't like uncertainty/transition/neither-here-nor-there. I'd rather skip the rainbow. I'd rather the sun just came right out instead of that misty gray limbo.
What made me start liking rainbows? Well, I was having a rough day and my favorite library patron came up (a Korean boy who is staying in the U.S. just for one year) and looked at the desktop photo on the information desk computer. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to a picture of Monument Valley, Utah in a lightning storm. I said, "that's my day today--see, that big rock is me, and the lightning is striking me right on the head." "Me too," he said--turns out we were both having a lightning day. The next day he brought up a picture of a huge rainbow he had colored on a piece of paper. "This is your life," he said.
Now I love rainbows. Life is like that. Gotta embrace the uncertainty, huh?
The other reason that I don't really like rainbows is that-- you know how the sky looks when there's actually a rainbow? It's still really wet outside, and it's still kind of gray, but the sun is shining in a way that reminds me of that Emily Dickenson poem ("there's a certain slant of light that oppresses..."). The sky's like the face of a little kid who's been crying and looks up with these tear-stained cheeks and you're thinking, is he going to cheer up now? Or are we in for another downpour? I don't like uncertainty/transition/neither-here-nor-there. I'd rather skip the rainbow. I'd rather the sun just came right out instead of that misty gray limbo.
What made me start liking rainbows? Well, I was having a rough day and my favorite library patron came up (a Korean boy who is staying in the U.S. just for one year) and looked at the desktop photo on the information desk computer. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to a picture of Monument Valley, Utah in a lightning storm. I said, "that's my day today--see, that big rock is me, and the lightning is striking me right on the head." "Me too," he said--turns out we were both having a lightning day. The next day he brought up a picture of a huge rainbow he had colored on a piece of paper. "This is your life," he said.
Now I love rainbows. Life is like that. Gotta embrace the uncertainty, huh?
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