Adjectives on a type-writer...

Two years ago, I was a student at the Rock Creek campus of the Portland Community College (PCC is the largest community college in the state; they have like seven campus'), taking gen-ed courses with the intention of getting a transfer degree. In other words, I had no idea what it was I wanted to do with my life as far as careers go, so I'd chosen to hang in limbo for the two years it would take to get the transfer degree. At that present time, I was toying with the idea of going into journalism or writing.

Yea, writing. How I went from that to software development I don't exactly know.

Anyway, there was this exercise we did in my Writing 121 class that has always kinda stuck with me. We were sent out to observe someone on campus and write about what we saw. The person I chose was a guy sitting in the dining hall on the first floor; I observed like a stalker from a chair on the 2nd.

I think it would be difficult to work on a english worksheet while listening to music, but Bob here doesn't seem to be having much trouble. A sip of his Aquafina, a thumb roll on his iPod, a glance at his thesaurus and he's ready to roll. Bobbing his head to whatever rhythm the signature white earphones convey, he scribbles down words to fill the blanks. Reminds me of a line from a song: "Adjectives on a type-writer, he moves his words like a prize-fighter."

The inspiration I'd had for that bit was the song by Cake called "Shadow Stabbing," about the mind of a writer on a binge. For some reason, a lot of people in the class loved the passage, commenting on how lyrical it sounded; I was surprised to get the praise, honestly. It sometimes makes me wonder if I could have made a career out of writing. I've always had a certain 'knack' for it. Even now, I have half a dozen changes I want to make to that excerpt to make it sound/flow better. Perhaps my enrollment at Neumont was a horizontal shift, rather than a vertical one?

Nah, gimme that code.