Her World

Sometimes, I wish I were a cat.  I could roll around in soft, nice-smelling clothes and eat whatever I find.  People would clean up after me and generally leave me to my own devices.  I would cuddle with them when I felt like it, and I would explore to my heart’s content.  Oh, to be a cat…Image

 

 

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Well, I’m looking at ethnomusicology.  It was something I considered in my undergrad, but thought I wouldn’t want to be a teacher.  Then, when I was trying to figure out what to do with my life and looking at grad programs, I checked it out again and again considered it impossible because “I would never be able to find a job” or “Finding a job would be too difficult.”  Now, I’ve decided I’m okay possibly being a university professor and any job market is going to suck, so why not do something where all of my interests–learning new languages, music, art, and (Asian) culture–all work together to create something I can use to make money.  Even if I don’t find a university job, I’ll be qualified to act as a translator or to work with anthropologists. (Paleontology was something I considered doing as a little girl; nowadays, I think anthropology–a key component of ethnomusicology–would be more my speed.)

New Week

This is my first week not working in about five years.  I am working on school–I have a more than full course load–but it’s weird not going somewhere to earn a paycheck.  Anyway, even without work, I still don’t have time to dilly-dally, as I’ve done for the past hour.  “I’m late!  I’m late!”

Kill la kill

The title? Just because it keeps recurring in anime magazines. Why? Because I sort of killed my boss. Not as much as the discordant band behind me, but a little bit. I told him I quit. My last day is Monday. I will sort of miss my job, but not enough to stay. I need to quit to grow as a person & a professional. I spent most of my adult life working there, & I need a change. Change is here. I made it so. Let’s see what it brings.

Should I stay or should I go?

I’m back at the crossroads.  I am considering leaving Facebook again.  Partially, it’s because most of what I see on it is spam from other users or from corporations.  The other reason is I dislike how much Facebook knows about me and how easily people can find me.  Not to mention, several relatives are on it now, and they continuously sent me friend requests until I accepted, whether I wanted to friend them or not.  Now, I have real-world grief from them even when writing the simplest of messages.  For example, our area was covered by an ice storm a month ago, and my aunt told my mother to fuss at me for saying I couldn’t make it back to my apartment that night.

I noticed Facebook collected the phone numbers of nearly every user in my friends list and added them to my phone.  While I know I could remove them, it disturbs me when I think how many people could possibly have my number without my knowledge or consent.

Despite these issues, it is still a difficult program to remove, especially when some important contacts are connected to it; however, I don’t see or really know a lot of the people on my friends list anymore, so why not remove old data?  We’ll see what happens.