Make Our Dreams Come True

It is snowing again, big flakes, but the really light kind that just seem to hang in the air for a little longer than they should. I don't think I've seen the ground here on more than a couple of occasions in the last five weeks. It has been a true winter.

I've kind of resolved myself to the idea of working for a bank again, mostly due to the dearth of my other options. I had an interview at a credit union yesterday, actually only the second interview that I've managed to get in the month plus that I've been job hunting in earnest. I send out new applications and resumes every day and rarely get a response, but I know that my case isn't unique; everyone knows what unemployment is like. I'll just keep chugging along.

I watched High School Musical this weekend. Don't roll your eyes. Have you seen it? It is really fun, the songs are catchy, and I am always a sucker for a good musical anyway. Wholesome family entertainment. I know it isn't cool or edgy to watch G-rated movies or things that are popular with the Hannah Montana/Disney Channel crowd, but there has to be something in this: I don't feel bad or sad or used or slightly dirty when I'm finished watching it. Maybe you know what I mean. Take a movie like The Departed - it was really interesting and good and surprising and all, but there was so much violence and everyone was so awful to each other that at the end I just kind of felt glad that it was over and wanted it out of my head. Maybe this just says something about the place where I'm at right now: I want to feel happy and not dwell on the darker side of life.

A few nights ago I dreamed that Barack Obama was at my family's house for dinner. It was a good dream.