Thirty Days of Truths, Day 5

Something I hope to do in my life ....

Damn, this is the first one that is making me think. I don't plan that far ahead and at the moment I am torn about what direction I want to take. Hell I could make a list but I really should pick one thing. Moving to Paris is the easy answer to this one but it's too easy, possible at some point, and I have written about it before. Something I hope should be something in the back of my head, something I have thought seriously about but yet something I never have really planned.

I might have mentioned this to some friends but not many. I have worked in a museum and in galleries and have enjoyed every minute of it. I don't want to own my own gallery; I guess I don’t want to deal with the business aspects of it. But I would love to be the head curator of an art museum, a major museum. Be in charge of the collection, plan shows, and travel the globe looking for works to add to the collection.

I did look into it at one time and found one problem. To be the curator of any large museum usually requires a graduate degree in museum studies. At the time I didn't even know museum studies existed as a degree program, only a handful of schools offer it, and Penn State isn't one of them. Harvard and NYU seem to have the best programs. Can you say lottery?

So maybe this just falls into the dream category and not the hope. Well I never said this was going to be easy. Hopefully there is no test at the end of day thirty.

Observations from the Window 11.19

Just a little post here to congratulate my sis one last time. Proud doesn’t begin to explain what I feel when I look back at the last month and her teams amazing run through the playoffs. But for lack of a better word I have to say I am so damn proud. Tenth seed in just their district they finished just two wins away from the state championship.

They lost 2-0, the first time they were shutout since September and only their second loss in 18 games. It would have been the schools first trip to the championship game in 28 years. When the tears are gone and the memory of the finality of the defeat wears off they can look back at what they did and realize one thing. They all are champions in so many ways and always will be.

And so it all came to an end Wednesday and I'm so sorry I couldn't be there but it just wasn’t meant to be. I saw as many games as I could and always drove away from them with a smile on my face. So maybe I wasn't meant to be there. I’ll just remember the games I did see and the conversation I had with her that night.

As for myself, I do know one thing too. I was never the captain and I was never a champion. Remind me to buy my sis a drink when she turns 21.

Now if I could get her to try on that Penn State jersey ....

Ryan Adams - So Alive

(I just realized this was my 200th post, who knew?)