Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Popcorn Popping

When I first moved to New York, my uncle got me a few sessions with a job coach, Belinda. Belinda is a classic New Yorker, forthright and fast talking. She's very astute, and I took a lot from those sessions.

When we talked about me getting a job, she would say, "Let me know when something pops", and, "Shoot me an email if anything pops".

James and I have both been working hard for the (almost) 4 years we've lived here, and he's worked his way into an especially great place. He's tapped into a large group of motivated, well-connected people, and he's just working up a storm*.

Watching him is like waiting for microwave popcorn. All the gears are in motion, and it's just a matter of time before everything starts popping.

*I suppose I ought to make it clear** that he and I are both very much in the "paying our dues" part of life. Which translates to: no money for this work.

**I ought to make this clear so none of you start hitting us up for loans.


  1. Letter I was just composing:

    Dear Valerie,

    Do you think you could spot me a fiv.... Oh. Um. Nevermind.

    Love, Rachel

  2. Aw geez. Well, you're there, too. You just can't see it yet. It's gonna be all boom! Popcorn everywhere! You'll be Staypuff Marshmallow Man size and made of popcorn.

  3. Rachel,

    I'll be happy to loan you that $5 when I get your promised check for One Million Dollars.


    I think you may have let that analogy get the better of you.

  4. Why is that, that some of the hardest, most rewarding work comes with no money attached? I have yet to understand this paradox. It will probably become clear about the time my own kernels begin to burst.

  5. the girl next to james in the last photo looks like Starla, the business model