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This past weekend, Habibi and I drove halfway across the state to spend a long weekend in his hometown with his family.  As we gazed in between bug corpses on my windshield out upon the open prairie and breathed in the smell of cow shit, we discussed some of the happenings of our lives.  I do love the heartland (no sarcasm intended…truly).  On long car rides, I frequently get restless and need what I like to call a good “Q&A” session.  Basically, this means that I think of random questions that we both have to answer:  “If you went back to school, what would you study?” or “What is your least favorite Thanksgiving food?” or “If you could have either gills or night vision, which one would you choose and why?” and so on. 

If you were to ask me what led to the following revelation, I would likely not be able to recall.  However, we began fantasizing about what life might be like if we were perpetual students.  Of course, our finances would never allow this and between the two of us, we already have three useless degrees, but there is a definite appeal to ceaseless enlightenment and the acquisition of more useless knowledge. 

In a past life, I was positive that I was destined for the stage.  A triple threat, I did it all:  singing, dancing and acting.  Although in hindsight I truly question my youthful perception of talent, I do find myself wondering what course my life would have taken if I had decided to pursue my first love.

ASIDE:  Well, the stage wasn’t exactly my first love, but it was a true one.  In reality, my first goal was to work with animals but when I discovered that I was terrible at science and would fail vet school, a teacher suggested I go work for the circus.  At that very moment, I gave up on that ambition.

Suddenly it struck me as funny, the reason I decided to major in French instead of theatre and music:  I just knew that jobs would be scarce (nigh non-existent) in show business.  Whatever possessed me to think that I would be highly marketable with a liberal arts degree is beyond even my most irrational thought.  This leads me to share the following with you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t48-3-Ew9mY&feature=related

Have a pleasant evening!
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