Impact Landing

I tumbled out of the plane a little more than a week ago with adrenaline pumping and a purpose. My first stop was the bathroom in barajas. I changed from my comfortable jeans and t-shirt into a casual suit, grabbed my bags, and scampered to my school to offer lessons.

There I was greeted with the cheek kisses and smiles. It was good to be back. Everything was square for me to begin teaching in November.

The problem was: I had no place to lay my head that night. My first thought was about money. I had 200 euros in my account that time and 50 in my pocket. I couldn't afford to spend a cent more than I had to...and metro tickets were getting pricier. Out of curiosity and desperation I went back to my old apt to see if anyone was home. I waited around for a half hour using the internet next to my old place.

However, the only person who came by was a stagehand for the theatre. He got coffee with me and chuckled incessently at the fact that I was unaware of what I was doing exactly for lodging. I charged my phone in the theatre and called Loli, a kind quirky English teacher I worked with the year before.

Now here I am. I am in charge of a couple diversification classes for the learning disabled kids, science classes, and the tough groups.

Several things need worked out. I'm too far from work at the moment...a 2 hour commute switching trains 4 times is a rough start to any day... My documents are a little messed up at the moment as well. I'm legal in Spain but I just need a card. To get the card I needed a paper with a sticker. I don't think that they gave it to me before but I have no way to check. I was supposed to get more forms based off that form to come in and out of the country.

My plans for the next two months are sketchy. If my card comes in I will be out of the country without problems. If it does not come than I will stick to Schengan countries to avoid the hassle of extra papers.

I read about Bacon's critique of synthetic and analytic minds. A maniacally synthetic mind will unite elements of everything they experience and bring them together through perceived commonalities. Depending on their rationale they might be stretching reasons or simply devoting attention to ones that exist. The importance of them could be small and aggrandized by discourse.

Analytic minds are the opposite. They dissect things by seeking differences.

Being both an artist and a scientist has allowed me to fluctuate between these two mindsets with ease. However, I think that I don't control directly what mode my mind will be in. I am, however, glad that I have this quip of information to mull over on that long commute. I'm more glad that there are still gems for me in philosophy.