So, on Monday I happened to be looking at the right rear tire of my beloved car. Of course the tire was worn bald, but I also noticed that there is a piece of metal imbedded in there -- a large Phillips head screw. So, I need some tires. I am, of course, going with used tires. I spent most of the morning calling around and it looks as if I will end up having to fork out about $60 for a pair of mismatched tires.
Good name for a band: The Provo Incident*
Jenny and Mr. Phin are officially wed. Every time someone gets married I feel the need to point out that one of the true benefits of marriage is that you no longer need to worry about getting caught having sex in your parents' house. Now, if someone walks in on you, instead of acrobatically leaping to opposite sides of the room whilst doing up your clothes, you can simply toss a Bible at the interloper: "It's in Genesis -- we're supposed to be doing this. Now go away."
"I feel like I've accomplished something when actually I have accomplished nothing." --- He's talking about something else, but that quote pretty much sums up my journalism career.
In his column this week, Garrison Keillor made the observation that "America is losing its capacity to manufacture things... but every day we turn out trillions of words about ourselves, bloggers blogging, floods of memoir, day-dreaming, carpet-chewing, and when eventually the Chinese repo men come to collect on our debt, they will find a nation of highly articulate self-aware people who can't change an oil filter but maintain wonderful websites. A nation of English majors."
My immediate reaction to that was: "Hey. I can change an oil filter." Combine this with Dave's recent stop-and-smell-the-roses commentary, and I found myself thinking about what legitimate skills I possess. When the revolution comes, what good will I be?
I can knit. I can perform relatively basic auto repair. I have pretty solid storytelling ability (every society needs storytellers). But I can't hunt or fish or start a fire with rocks; when it comes right down to it, I'm relatively useless. I'm not entirely sure I would survive for very long.
What are your actual skills?
*I have long thought of building a blog dedicated entirely to good band names, but I can't be bothered.