How much is too much when it comes to friends on SG? When does it reach the point of irrelavence. I want to meet some cool peoples this time around SG. The local NJ/NYers, actual events meetings, and moments of hilarity.
And if great collaborations occur, the better.
I hope to see Murderball tomorrow. Should open at the Clarview near town.
Need to get a job. Any coincidence that I join SG under the same circumstances as I was under last time in 2003? Jobless, Searching, and living with the folks. That stings. This is my last tour of duty - can't get into this situation again. But I devoted 4 years of my life to a profession I just didn't enjoy. What's next? The daunting and exciting question. But that living at home situation is to me a sign of real failure; it is the worst feeling that symbolizes a lot to me. Perhaps I am getting this idea from the hoy poloi "status quo" but I just need to jump. And when you have two parents on the verge of retirement it is even more bizzare - they are scared shitless (OH OUR SON IS NOT LIKE OUR FRIEND'S SONS IN FIANANCE WE WILL HAVE TO SUPPORT HIM UNTIL WE DIE!!!!) I have been living this life without using the gifts the powers that be gave me. You should hear my Nick Nolte impression, it will have you rolling.
Frickin' hot as a fat woman's cunt in Jersey today. I will make a day of reading, computing, writing, and sleeping, and movie watching, maybe. Tonight I might bag out on the Nuyorican Cafe, and just head to the acting studio to see what gives. Money is tight. Which reminds me. I had a package come in the mail from ebay, a criterion dvd of Yojimbo by Kurosawa I got pretty cheap. Both the old man and lady flew off the handle. YOU ARE BUYING DVDs WHEN YOU ARE OUT A JOB!!! (see you live home and it is impossible to have a private life) Jesus. I think this has a lot to do with me leaving the educational profession which they saw as something respectable and admirable. Just the opposite once I got there. I am speaking of the adults, not the kids,
Life is about decisions, and I will have to make a big one in the coming months. I am getting a severance check of 2 grand, cashing out of my pension of 1300, have 2000 in savings, and I came into some money from a long dead aunt from Ireland - not a fortune, but something. I need a new car, but if I get work in the city I won't need one and then can get a new place to rest my head.
I decided I am not helping out kids anymore; last night was fucked up. A dumbass dangerous situation, and I smoked a joint while driving into Jersey City which bugged me out because I am not usually a pot smoker on a regular basis; not sure what was going on there. Nonetheless, the kids. They want advice they can buy a book, preferably mine when I write the damn thing. (Dreams will come fucking true) Thinking of calling it "Ms. Crabtree is Dead". I am through with pedagogy. Done.
I am in a good spot now, mellow and listening to the soundtrack to Once Upon A Time In America, I just might let Itunes play all 5 gigs of Ennio Morricone music all goddamn day long.
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And if great collaborations occur, the better.
I hope to see Murderball tomorrow. Should open at the Clarview near town.
Need to get a job. Any coincidence that I join SG under the same circumstances as I was under last time in 2003? Jobless, Searching, and living with the folks. That stings. This is my last tour of duty - can't get into this situation again. But I devoted 4 years of my life to a profession I just didn't enjoy. What's next? The daunting and exciting question. But that living at home situation is to me a sign of real failure; it is the worst feeling that symbolizes a lot to me. Perhaps I am getting this idea from the hoy poloi "status quo" but I just need to jump. And when you have two parents on the verge of retirement it is even more bizzare - they are scared shitless (OH OUR SON IS NOT LIKE OUR FRIEND'S SONS IN FIANANCE WE WILL HAVE TO SUPPORT HIM UNTIL WE DIE!!!!) I have been living this life without using the gifts the powers that be gave me. You should hear my Nick Nolte impression, it will have you rolling.
Frickin' hot as a fat woman's cunt in Jersey today. I will make a day of reading, computing, writing, and sleeping, and movie watching, maybe. Tonight I might bag out on the Nuyorican Cafe, and just head to the acting studio to see what gives. Money is tight. Which reminds me. I had a package come in the mail from ebay, a criterion dvd of Yojimbo by Kurosawa I got pretty cheap. Both the old man and lady flew off the handle. YOU ARE BUYING DVDs WHEN YOU ARE OUT A JOB!!! (see you live home and it is impossible to have a private life) Jesus. I think this has a lot to do with me leaving the educational profession which they saw as something respectable and admirable. Just the opposite once I got there. I am speaking of the adults, not the kids,
Life is about decisions, and I will have to make a big one in the coming months. I am getting a severance check of 2 grand, cashing out of my pension of 1300, have 2000 in savings, and I came into some money from a long dead aunt from Ireland - not a fortune, but something. I need a new car, but if I get work in the city I won't need one and then can get a new place to rest my head.
I decided I am not helping out kids anymore; last night was fucked up. A dumbass dangerous situation, and I smoked a joint while driving into Jersey City which bugged me out because I am not usually a pot smoker on a regular basis; not sure what was going on there. Nonetheless, the kids. They want advice they can buy a book, preferably mine when I write the damn thing. (Dreams will come fucking true) Thinking of calling it "Ms. Crabtree is Dead". I am through with pedagogy. Done.
I am in a good spot now, mellow and listening to the soundtrack to Once Upon A Time In America, I just might let Itunes play all 5 gigs of Ennio Morricone music all goddamn day long.
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Feel free.