|The accommodations aren't too shabby, either.|
Anyone who knows my tastes and inclinations would find this a strange fit (my MFA thesis featured 70’s pornography, after all), but here I am, two years later, leading new employee policy briefings where I caution them not to grope one another inappropriately or hump their bosses (the latter being something I’ve done in the past. Oops). It sort of works, though. Our job is not one for advocates or people with agendas – we have to stay neutral and make sure the University responds to complaints, period. I cannot deny that I love how my business cards have the word “sexual” in them. It’s not a career dream for me, but for now, it’s a solid place to have landed. My next job will most likely be outside of Stanford; I don’t think I can do better here.
My path, in some ways, was chosen for me and I’m grateful for the opportunities it has afforded me (and there have been many), but I was also deprived of other things, as a result, like what would have been my native tongue and culture. I am looking forward to visiting Medellin at some point, but we decided to go to Cartagena first. It’s a beach town and we’ve discovered that tropical locales agree with us (almost daily do we mourn the fact that we are not in Hawai’i). And, I’m not mentally/emotionally ready to visit Medellin yet – that kind of travel will be a unique undertaking. This time around we’re looking for a true vacation, which we define as sun, good food, good drinks, beaches, with a lot of sleep in between the other four things.
|Cartagena? Si, por favor!|
And, finally, our five days in Cartagena will immediately be followed by a two-week cruise to Antarctica. Just me. And my mother. On a gigantic fucking boat for two full weeks, heading toward a gigantic iceberg full of (admittedly adorable) penguins. She invited me earlier this year. Generally, I do not vacation with her because we have vastly different travel styles. As a retiree, she sees travel as an intense flurry of “see and do every tourist thing there is to see and do.” I like to vacation, as described above, thus we are incompatible as travel companions.
|More about THIS shizznit, to come.|
And, those are the broad headlines since April of 2010.