I went on a job interview today over in Monterey Park. I had to take the Orange Line to the Red Line to the Silver Line to a Monterey Park bus called the Spirit Bus. On the surface it looks like a wonderful job. Almost my old salary, doing what I used to do but it’s in Monterey Park where the drivers can be really scary. And the guy who is hiring me creeped me out a little and I don’t know why. He set my gaydar of but in a bad way not a good way. Maybe because he was too eager to hire me. He also kept deriding the company I’m working at now which bothered me. But after 4 years of unemployment can I afford to be choosy about a permanent job?
But a raven met me coming out the door this morning and when I was coming off the Silver line to find the Monterey Park bus, a Sherriff deputy with his dog went with me because he wanted to know what bird was in a really messy nest in the stairwell. Why he thought a woman in a business suit that was way too big for her would know I don’t know but it was a raven’s nest with baby ravens in it. He didn’t think they could be ravens because they were pink but they were. No mistaking that beak and head even on a baby raven. I didn’t realize a baby raven was pretty huge right out of the egg. And so ugly it was cute. (That’s the problem with a religion that believes in omens and signs, you have to decide what they are omens and signs of.)
He had the nicest black lab. Note to self: if I ever do that again when I get to the station at Cal State LA. Try the elevator. I didn’t realize it was going to be 6 floors to the top and my knee was not happy with me even if I did get to see baby ravens.
I picked a rune when I got out of the interview and I got Isa, hmmmm. When I got there they made me fill out the usual application which was really short and I had to read a short story “Called Message to Garcia” by Elbert Hubbard. If you don’t know who that is, he was an anarchist and socialist at the turn of the last century who was active in the Arts & Crafts movement. I asked why we had to read a story by an anarchist and socialist and the interviewer looked really surprised that I even knew who that was and mumbled something about it being the CEO’s idea. It’s a really weird short story anyway.
I got to go through Union Station which is always a treat. I wished I didn’t have to go back to work or I would have wandered around Olvera St or gone up to Chinatown. I haven’t been in years and Dad took us all the time when we were little add in a trip up Angel’s Flight or a trip through Grand Central Market to gross out the kids on the cow brains and you add a typical day out with my dad. Dad used to take us to Union Station just to look at the architecture and to see how he got to LA the first time to visit his Great Aunt. The one he tried to name me after and got wrong, thank heavens!
Still now I have no clue what to do.
Rudyard Kipling (A. D. 1200)
Of all the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun,
Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer morn!)
Surely we sing no little thing,
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oak of the Clay lived many a day,
Or ever AEneas began.
Ash of the Loam was a lady at home,
When Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town
(From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry
Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Yew that is old in churchyard-mould,
He breedeth a mighty bow.
Alder for shoes do wise men choose,
And beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled,
And your shoes are clean outworn,
Back ye must speed for all that ye need,
To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth
Till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him
That anyway trusts her shade:
But whether a lad be sober or sad,
Or mellow with ale from the horn,
He will take no wrong when he lieth along
‘Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight,
Or he would call it a sin;
But–we have been out in the woods all night,
A-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth-
Good news for cattle and corn–
Now is the Sun come up from the South,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
(All of a Midsummer morn):
England shall bide ti11 Judgment Tide,
By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
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