the unpredictability of being edgar.

it's difficult to want to attempt to explain the last 2 1/2 months of my life, mostly because i can't quite explain it to myself.

a jerry maguire-esque treatise left me jobless exactly 1 year to the day after i started at my previous employer, and off i went on a steady course toward a life in education. i made my mind up, but i feel most of the time like i'm operating on a lotus exige with the tools to fix a daewoo leganza.

there's something to be said for patience though, which allegedly is a virtue, and something i've had trouble harnessing over the years. i got a job kicking it at kerbey lane (delicious) in the interim, and was going to make a summer of it, with a mix of fall job search and hitting the open road.

two weeks ago, i was looking for someone to take over my room at shadow valley cove for the summer as i had dedicated myself to the idea of domestic travel by auto, using a mix of friends couches and employment correspondence via remote internet access to make all my wildest dreams come true. and the very day i put those wheels in motion (pun incidental), i got a call from a reading institute about teaching in austin for the summer. the next day i had the job. who am i to turn down a summer of being paid to read and teach?

i threw out an ap on a total flyer from a craigslist ad because the ap consisted of talking about books and authors that i liked. i tried to resist, but much like abraham was compelled to take isaac up on a mountain with a scimitar, i could not be swayed not to fill out the application.

turns out the job should be just fine, and while my continental sojourn will have to be postponed until another day, i think this experience could take my teacher prospect rating from supplemental day 8 draft pick to at least the trade value of a 6th rounder and an undisclosed amount of cash.

i guess this would also be a good summer to brush up on my spanish, john stuart mill, and possibly sketch in a tablet i recently bought at HEB. i was thinking about finishing that screenplay alex and i started about 6 years ago, but honestly, i don't think it's marinaded long enough. better give it another 3 years at least before i take a look at the chicken-scratch notes penned in my spongebob notebook again.

at least i have fantasy football season to look forward to.