TWENTY FOUR
March 21, 22
Friday, 4 AM: So, I decided it might be interesting to keep track of what I do throughout the day at the start of each hour over a twenty-four hour period. Try it for yourself. Just make note of what you're doing at each hour. I set an alarm (on vibrate) on my phone to set off each hour so I would remember.
Friday, 5 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 6 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 7 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 8 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 9 AM: I am just finishing my jog on the treadmill, on my way to the shower.
Friday, 10 AM: I am doing a lesson from last semester's french text so it stays fresh in my mind. The subjunctive mood. Je souhaite que....
Friday, 11 AM: I am in the car on my way to work. I will be approximately ten minutes late. This isn't a big deal.
Friday, 12 PM: I am at the group home. My client TJ is working on subtraction, while JG is completing the mathematical skills assessment I've been instructed to administer. I am watching them, doodling in a notebook.
Friday, 1 PM: I am at the group home. TJ is still working on math concepts; patterns. I am explaining how to make predictions with patterns. He is bored, more interested in BB and SC talk about girls in the adjacent room. I am hungry.
Friday, 2 PM: I am at the group home. SC is taking the reading assessment that he was supposed to take last week. He had a hair appointment. I am proctoring, filling out paperwork for TJ's upcoming evaluation. The house is cold and mostly empty now. This is a waste of energy to keep the air conditioning on so low.
Friday, 3 PM: I am at the group home. SC is now working on the math assessment. He is on his way to throwing a tantrum. I am not amused. I try to remain calm and smiling. I am doodling idly with my right hand while I talk to SC. It feels strange using this hand. The wikipedia page about Haemodynamic response is open on my brower. I've been reading about fMRI.
Friday, 4 PM: I am at the group home. Byron tells me TJ's caseworker can't meet today. I may have to see her tomorrow. I would rather spend the morning at the beach. Good Friday, indeed.
Friday, 5 PM: I am at the group home. I am just finishing my meeting with the coordinator. I need to speak to the program administrator to discern if I will be taking on the two new boys, DG and GM. Red tape.
Friday, 6 PM: I am chatting with Mari about the Kimya Dawson show two nights before. She tells me I should have gone to see Kevin Barnes' show last night. She needs to work on pulling her shots, but the espresso was free so I don't complain.
Friday, 7 PM: I am reading Chapter 8 of Peace Education by Ian M. Harris and Mary Lee Morrison: Sensitive Issues in Peace Education. "The use of language can present many thorny problems to peace educators. Language helps to structure reality by delimiting the world with symbols, words, and concepts." I'm sitting on the front porch. The sky is nice, the sun has just set. It's starting to get chilly. I want to get my sweater from inside my car, but my keys are inside. I'm lazy.
Friday, 8 PM: I am sitting inside the house, in the living room. Law and Order: SVU is playing on the television while I browse the pavilion and other sites online, including writing to my sister Erin via MySpace and using StumbleUpon to find interesting photography. The browser has just stumbled upon an article about the power of scent in regards to physical/pheremonal attraction. That page is still open.
Friday, 9 PM: I am now sitting in my bedroom. My gerbils, Lucy and Ethel, are playing on the bed beside me. I have just posted in the topic, "30+ people browsing and nobodies posting. You guys suck." "True, that is a predicament..." I am listening to Loren Bouchard's music for "Lucy, the Daughter of the Devil." "Look at all the people holding hands, holding hands around the world. It is making me want to go wash my hands. Dirty hands around the world, yeah."
Friday, 10 PM: I am in the car with my girlfriend, we are on our way to the park to share a Black&Mild, look at the lights on the water, and wait for our friends to get home. We are listening to "Speed Racer" by Aphex Twin and laughing. "Oh Speed.... BUM BUM BUM Here he comes, here comes Speed Racer."
Friday, 11 PM: I am in the car with my girlfriend. We're on the way to Rachel and her husband Lindsey's house to meet up with Poppy, Becca, and Arce.
Saturday, 12 AM: The room smells of animals (Rachel is a zookeeper who brings her work home with her), bong water, and sandlewood. Led Zeppelin is playing softly. Lucifer, the cat, is sitting on my lap. He can't retract my claws and I'm keeping an eye on him as his paw seems to surreptitiously migrate towards my balls. No good. Arce is telling a story, it's so-so.
Saturday, 1 AM: Toni and I are explaining our idea for a narrative sequence of photographs. Once my hair is long enough to be donated, I'm going to need a sharp blade, a loin cloth, body paint, and a briefcase. Toni will need film and time in the photo lab. Becca is nearly catatonic. Hercules, the dog, is sitting upright but his head keeps nodding off into sleep until he nearly falls over and catches himself. The process repeats. We're now listening to Deltron 3030.
Saturday, 2 AM: 10 minutes ago, someone found the Jose Cuervo. After one shot, I've decided to make a Gin and Tonic instead. Poppy wishes he were coming to Tallahassee with Toni and I next weekend for Cory's birthday celebration, but Gabby won't let him. Sucks to be whipped.
Saturday, 3 AM: Toni and I are just getting into the car. She is driving. She doesn't drink, though I'm not incredibly intoxicated. Better safe than road kill, I suppose. I can't decide on a song. I've just skipped over tracks by Belle and Sebastian, Kid Koala, Animal Collective, and Múm. We settle on Blackalicious' "Blazing Arrow." My car has an MP3 player, so I make mix CDs with over 100 tracks to satisfy my musical ADD. I'm nervous when other people drive my car, but Toni knows what she's doing.
Saturday, 4 AM: I am on the pavilion, trying to decide if this belongs in the Free Forum or Imaginari. I suppose it could be construed as a creative piece... certainly more of a piece than a topic. I'm going to post this and go to bed. Beach tomorrow (no meeting after all) until the afternoon, then I'm making dinner for my family.
March 21, 22
Friday, 4 AM: So, I decided it might be interesting to keep track of what I do throughout the day at the start of each hour over a twenty-four hour period. Try it for yourself. Just make note of what you're doing at each hour. I set an alarm (on vibrate) on my phone to set off each hour so I would remember.
Friday, 5 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 6 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 7 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 8 AM: I am in my bed, sleeping.
Friday, 9 AM: I am just finishing my jog on the treadmill, on my way to the shower.
Friday, 10 AM: I am doing a lesson from last semester's french text so it stays fresh in my mind. The subjunctive mood. Je souhaite que....
Friday, 11 AM: I am in the car on my way to work. I will be approximately ten minutes late. This isn't a big deal.
Friday, 12 PM: I am at the group home. My client TJ is working on subtraction, while JG is completing the mathematical skills assessment I've been instructed to administer. I am watching them, doodling in a notebook.
Friday, 1 PM: I am at the group home. TJ is still working on math concepts; patterns. I am explaining how to make predictions with patterns. He is bored, more interested in BB and SC talk about girls in the adjacent room. I am hungry.
Friday, 2 PM: I am at the group home. SC is taking the reading assessment that he was supposed to take last week. He had a hair appointment. I am proctoring, filling out paperwork for TJ's upcoming evaluation. The house is cold and mostly empty now. This is a waste of energy to keep the air conditioning on so low.
Friday, 3 PM: I am at the group home. SC is now working on the math assessment. He is on his way to throwing a tantrum. I am not amused. I try to remain calm and smiling. I am doodling idly with my right hand while I talk to SC. It feels strange using this hand. The wikipedia page about Haemodynamic response is open on my brower. I've been reading about fMRI.
Friday, 4 PM: I am at the group home. Byron tells me TJ's caseworker can't meet today. I may have to see her tomorrow. I would rather spend the morning at the beach. Good Friday, indeed.
Friday, 5 PM: I am at the group home. I am just finishing my meeting with the coordinator. I need to speak to the program administrator to discern if I will be taking on the two new boys, DG and GM. Red tape.
Friday, 6 PM: I am chatting with Mari about the Kimya Dawson show two nights before. She tells me I should have gone to see Kevin Barnes' show last night. She needs to work on pulling her shots, but the espresso was free so I don't complain.
Friday, 7 PM: I am reading Chapter 8 of Peace Education by Ian M. Harris and Mary Lee Morrison: Sensitive Issues in Peace Education. "The use of language can present many thorny problems to peace educators. Language helps to structure reality by delimiting the world with symbols, words, and concepts." I'm sitting on the front porch. The sky is nice, the sun has just set. It's starting to get chilly. I want to get my sweater from inside my car, but my keys are inside. I'm lazy.
Friday, 8 PM: I am sitting inside the house, in the living room. Law and Order: SVU is playing on the television while I browse the pavilion and other sites online, including writing to my sister Erin via MySpace and using StumbleUpon to find interesting photography. The browser has just stumbled upon an article about the power of scent in regards to physical/pheremonal attraction. That page is still open.
Friday, 9 PM: I am now sitting in my bedroom. My gerbils, Lucy and Ethel, are playing on the bed beside me. I have just posted in the topic, "30+ people browsing and nobodies posting. You guys suck." "True, that is a predicament..." I am listening to Loren Bouchard's music for "Lucy, the Daughter of the Devil." "Look at all the people holding hands, holding hands around the world. It is making me want to go wash my hands. Dirty hands around the world, yeah."
Friday, 10 PM: I am in the car with my girlfriend, we are on our way to the park to share a Black&Mild, look at the lights on the water, and wait for our friends to get home. We are listening to "Speed Racer" by Aphex Twin and laughing. "Oh Speed.... BUM BUM BUM Here he comes, here comes Speed Racer."
Friday, 11 PM: I am in the car with my girlfriend. We're on the way to Rachel and her husband Lindsey's house to meet up with Poppy, Becca, and Arce.
Saturday, 12 AM: The room smells of animals (Rachel is a zookeeper who brings her work home with her), bong water, and sandlewood. Led Zeppelin is playing softly. Lucifer, the cat, is sitting on my lap. He can't retract my claws and I'm keeping an eye on him as his paw seems to surreptitiously migrate towards my balls. No good. Arce is telling a story, it's so-so.
Saturday, 1 AM: Toni and I are explaining our idea for a narrative sequence of photographs. Once my hair is long enough to be donated, I'm going to need a sharp blade, a loin cloth, body paint, and a briefcase. Toni will need film and time in the photo lab. Becca is nearly catatonic. Hercules, the dog, is sitting upright but his head keeps nodding off into sleep until he nearly falls over and catches himself. The process repeats. We're now listening to Deltron 3030.
Saturday, 2 AM: 10 minutes ago, someone found the Jose Cuervo. After one shot, I've decided to make a Gin and Tonic instead. Poppy wishes he were coming to Tallahassee with Toni and I next weekend for Cory's birthday celebration, but Gabby won't let him. Sucks to be whipped.
Saturday, 3 AM: Toni and I are just getting into the car. She is driving. She doesn't drink, though I'm not incredibly intoxicated. Better safe than road kill, I suppose. I can't decide on a song. I've just skipped over tracks by Belle and Sebastian, Kid Koala, Animal Collective, and Múm. We settle on Blackalicious' "Blazing Arrow." My car has an MP3 player, so I make mix CDs with over 100 tracks to satisfy my musical ADD. I'm nervous when other people drive my car, but Toni knows what she's doing.
Saturday, 4 AM: I am on the pavilion, trying to decide if this belongs in the Free Forum or Imaginari. I suppose it could be construed as a creative piece... certainly more of a piece than a topic. I'm going to post this and go to bed. Beach tomorrow (no meeting after all) until the afternoon, then I'm making dinner for my family.
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