Royal Wedding Hymn, William and Kate
An era is ending at work.
The site where I have worked since the spring of 2000 is shutting down. I will officially be a teleworker. It won’t be completely closed until the end of October, but my floor is pretty much empty already. I moved out of my cube yesterday. Not that this will be a huge change. I’ve been pretty much a teleworker for a few years now. But what this means is that I won’t have my own space at all any longer, and that when I need to be in an office I’ll need to find a visitor cube at one of two sites. And that’s just a tad sad.
At the same time, my manager is taking early retirement and her last day is tomorrow. Now I’ve worked for a number of people over the years, but I’ve worked for my current manager for more than five years, and have been in the same organization and known her for much longer. I will miss her.
Change is inevitable. But it’s also entirely fair to have some grief at the ending of the old.
Some time in the next week or so the owners of our local Thai restaurant will hand the keys to a new proprietor, who will turn it into an Asian restaurant of a different ethnicity.
Aside from losing a favorite lunch spot and the associated rapport with the friendly owners, I am embarrassed for Gilroy. Drive up to Silicon Valley any weekday at lunch time and you will find any number of Thai restaurants that are packed. Here, I was many times their only customer.
They tried. And not just the current owners. The restaurant was originally opened by a Thai couple. They found business too slow and the cost of living too high. They moved to Oregon, but not before training Michelle, a local Gilroyan, in the preparation of Thai food. Michelle stayed in the back and cooked, making Mam, a charming, sweet, personable young Thai woman the face of the franchise, so to speak. Ultimately Michelle could no longer afford them both, and Mam went on to work at other local restaurants while Michelle held down the fort. Ultimately Michelle decided to move on to other things and sold the place to a young Thai brother and sister.
Yes, they indeed tried. They tried their best. But they just couldn’t make it work. I’m sad about the loss and embarrassed for my community.
If you were a fan of Janis Ian in the 1970’s, you might enjoy her autobiography, Society’s Child. It’s a bit depressing to learn the extent to which she was cheated and ripped off over the years, but it’s also very engaging and, of course, it describes her journey as a lesbian.
And I do have to give her credit for having a sense of humor about it all. She wrote this song in conjunction with the book.
My life doesn’t have a very good plot
Guess I’ll have to lie a lot
Should be easy to make things up
There’s no one left to call my bluff
A lot of my old friends have passed on
The rest did drugs and their memory’s gone
so I’ll write my own history
in my autobiography
We still love you, Janis.
I saw this headline in our local paper last week:
GUSD cracks whip on transfers
GUSD is Gilroy Unified School District. The article was about parents who were trying to get their children transferred from the old high school to the new one, even though they lived within the boundaries of the old high school.
That struck me as not quite right and it hit me again when I saw the headline online.
I realized that what the headline writer wanted to say was “cracks down,” not “cracks the whip.”
“Cracks down,” suggests that the district wants to stop the parents from doing that. “Cracks the whip,” has the implication of seeing that something gets done. For example, “The high school is cracking the whip to ensure that students put out full effort and don’t slack off in physical education class.”
It’s an obvious error that the headline writer should have caught.
W.A. Mozart: Agnus Dei (Coronation Mass in C-major K317) – Rome, St. Peter in Vatican, Herbert von Karajan conducts The Vienna Philarmonic and The Vienna Singverein, Soprano: Kathleen Battle
I’ve been reading about Community Supported Agriculture for quite some time. That is where you sign up to get a box of locally grown, usually organic, produce on a regular schedule. Terry and I have often thought about subscribing to a program. But we’ve found either that a given program does not serve our area, or the pickup times or locations do not fit well with our schedule.
One risk, though, is that the selection is naturally set depending on what is available and in season, and there is always the possibility of this.