I am an inherently curious person. I wonder why, who, how, etc. fairly often. I think Google and Wikipedia are amazing. I'm addicted to Mental Floss, Snopes.com and any kind of listicle that teaches me something.
Anyway, that was a rabbit hole. My point is, I like information. Once upon a time, some colleagues called me the Great Big Book of Everything. It wasn't meant as a compliment. I still took it as one. Why? Because they were mostly mean, and not especially learned. They were not my people. It would be some time before I found my people.
This past week, I started doing some research for work we're tackling this year. I'm excited, terrified, and ready. Bring it!
That said, I'm feeling completely exhausted these days. I think it's mostly due to poor eating habits, but I suspect that even if I pulled it together a little, I'd still be tired. This is a tired I feel in my bones. I think it's weather, and I know, based on my dreams, I'm feeling a little anxious.
This too shall pass - or at least change.
So here's the most interesting thing I've learned from my research over the past week:
It is legal, in the state of Mississippi, to drink a beer while you're driving.
And honestly, based on some of the other things I've learned about Mississippi, that seems reasonable.
That said, I am glad that Coors has finally put the spotlight on one of my favorite guilty pleasures: drinking a beer in the shower. Even though Carling did an ad about it a decade earlier.
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So, it's not surprising that I enjoy research. At least, research in the 2020s. Research in 1980s and 1990s was a bummer, friends. Well, not that I did a ton of research in Kindergarten, but starting in 3rd grade, I remember having to use the library to find out about things like trees and James Fenimore Cooper. I am not making that up - I had to present a mini bio of the author of Last of the Mohicans in 3rd grade. I found that annoying for so many reasons - the biggest of them is that there were only three women on the list of "authors of classics" that we were studying. Johanna Spyri (Heidi), Anna Sewell (Black Beauty), and Louisa May Alcott (Little Women et al). And I got stuck with James Fenimore Cooper. In my mind, we were allowed to choose who we wanted, and I dithered too long and ended up with this weirdo.
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| What are you looking at, asshole? |
This would not the the only such incident. Once upon a 4th Grade, we did a "Dewey Decimal Pageant" where we took a tour through Non-Fiction one painful number at a time. I ended up representing sculpture because again, I hung on waiting for something decent to represent. I wasn't too thrilled with my sculptor role - which, I had to write my shitty rhyming couplet - "when I create sculpture with my hands, it tells the story of many lands". Which is not only shitty, but entirely untrue.
My Elementary School Drama career was a roller coaster. Second Grade, I got to play a tourist in Wackadoo Zoo. That was a good treading of the old boards. In a Fourth Grade Valentine play, I got to be Cinderella. Unfortunately, Cinderella was not the lead. Still, I killed it. Killed. It.
There were the myriad talent shows - singing, lip-synching, and some minor choreography. It was rough.
We had fun.
Anyway, that was a rabbit hole. My point is, I like information. Once upon a time, some colleagues called me the Great Big Book of Everything. It wasn't meant as a compliment. I still took it as one. Why? Because they were mostly mean, and not especially learned. They were not my people. It would be some time before I found my people.
This past week, I started doing some research for work we're tackling this year. I'm excited, terrified, and ready. Bring it!
That said, I'm feeling completely exhausted these days. I think it's mostly due to poor eating habits, but I suspect that even if I pulled it together a little, I'd still be tired. This is a tired I feel in my bones. I think it's weather, and I know, based on my dreams, I'm feeling a little anxious.
This too shall pass - or at least change.
So here's the most interesting thing I've learned from my research over the past week:
It is legal, in the state of Mississippi, to drink a beer while you're driving.
And honestly, based on some of the other things I've learned about Mississippi, that seems reasonable.
That said, I am glad that Coors has finally put the spotlight on one of my favorite guilty pleasures: drinking a beer in the shower. Even though Carling did an ad about it a decade earlier.
ae
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