Really? Does that still happen? Seriously?
I received an interesting email in my gmail inbox today. I’ll leave the poor soul of a sender anonymous; the subject read: “A Birthday A Day”. At first I thought it was spam, from the awful subject, but upon looking at the sender I realized that this was an acquaintance who must have acquired my email address somehow. In an angry rage, here, I dissect the components of this horrible email, and my blunt response. Continue reading ‘Chain Email?’
This is definitely going to be the best week of this year.
It was, Ricky; it most certainly was. Overall, I had an awesome time at the carnival. I was able to ride impressive rides and hang out with friends and acquaintances I’d normally never see. For these reasons, I’m going to miss it. I wish that every day could be the Dover Carnival. But, while writing this point, I gave it some intense thought.
Perhaps the Dover Carnival isn’t a time or place. Maybe it’s a state of mind: one where we try to let go of our problems and fly in the air singing about pirates; one where we wander around aimlessly until finding the warm feeling of friendship; one where we spend too much money on food to compensate for having too much fun; one where Dover isn’t a place we complain about for being too small, or too far away from civilization, but instead a place that we all love. Join me, let’s let each and every day be the Dover Carnival.
I don’t even know what to say about this one. What do you think? Linky.
I’ve been getting questions left and right about my new job, understandably. People are inherently interested in where and how others are making money. At the time of this post, I’ve been working at Dutchess Community College for two weeks at a function called Computer Academy. Also, at the time of this post, I’ll be working there for two more weeks.
The Computer Academy is a summer camp program for children interested in computers. It’s broken up into two two-week sessions, of which students may attend either one or both. I’m a Teaching Assistant, and I also work as a monitor while escorting children around campus. I’m really enjoying it, and I’m actually learning a lot. It’s some good money, and a desperately needed college resumé booster.
The grand finale to end all finales: the conclusion to the 2007 Dover Carnival. Obviously, the event retained its high-class status throughout, and never ceased to amaze me. The fireworks were spectacular, perhaps the best I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure whether to tribute my excitement to the fireworks themselves, or to the spot I watched them from, which was very close to spectacle.
A highlight of the fourth night for me was discovering, amidst a group of people I was talking to, an open condom on the ground. There’s no better way to get a crowd to disperse than to point down and exclaim, “Is that a condom?” Being the journalistic fellow I am, I asked a girl who stepped on said condom to describe her experience:
Ew! Gross! Disgusting!
I was glad to come to the rescue there.
I have more to say, but I’m saving it for another post.
It gets really fun night three of Dover’s fine carnival: there’s a parade. I enjoyed it, just like every other year’s. And of course, soon after, giant clumps of people formed on the grass to chat about life since the Dover High School graduation. It was a good time. An interesting thing happened though…
While at the Ferris Wheel, I noticed that there was no one navigating the machine and it was spinning like normal, sans passengers. Baffled, I looked around for the friendly carnival staff-person whose job it is to control the beast of a ride. I couldn’t just stand there, I was shocked, so I had two choices: vociferate, or innovate. Going over my options, I decided that intense displays of emotion in the public arena only undermine myself. Thus, feeling clever, I dubbed the vacant device “Ferris Wheel’s Day Off” and waited for the friendly carnival staff-person.
The fireworks are tomorrow, see you there!