wow
God damn, I can't believe it's been almost a month since I last wrote.
I'm fairly thrilled to actually feel like I want to write again, though the jabbing from my former recovering francotrash Zach certainly helped.
Things have been short of spectacular, to be perfectly honest. I am now shorn of my eurolocks, perhaps re-romanticized for me as I have done a shitload of updating onto the super-exciting photo blog, which I would heartily recommend to be checked out at your leisure. I'm looking forward to going through and writing little bits of info for the photos.
I am still not employed. I'm living at my parents' house. I find their presence to be semi-unbearable and therefor am finding my general enjoyment of life to be heartily lessened. And once again, I am nearing the netherside of a bag of dope and it looks like I might have to kiss my lovely libation buhbye for a bit.
Which is fine.
I was on the verge of being employed as a car rental guru, but my friend couldn't hire me because he knew I was temporary and his upperboss would probably shit on him. Nonetheless, I still made my mistake of attaching all my hopes to that working out.
I know I'll be working again before long because I have very critically decided to be in Austin, TX by Halloween and let the consequences be goddamned.
I'm still rather deeply reeling from the conclusion of Six Feet Under. It definitely had a huge impact on my life and punctuated eras of my life, bringing about spells of joy, tears, outrage and grief. It will be missed and forever references by myself and many of my proches.
However, I've been watching the shit out of the last season on HBO and I impulsively bought the fourth season on DVD mere days after the series finale. So, there is the glimmering/dwindling hope of televisual methadone. I'm definitely feeling freewheeling crazed Claire of the last two season, most uncomfortably when she's lying on the floor and says, "I'm always so much happier when I'm high."
Yikes. But, a propos, I would like to plug this AWESOME NPR interview with genius Alan Ball, which really enriched my SFU viewing. Or something. Special thanks to superblogger Andy Towle for the link.
Also, I just started the new Harry Potter (FINALLY!) and hopefully I will make it after all. I feel a strange, compulsive obligation to comment on the apparent complete destruction of New Orleans, a place that opened up my mind to so many of life's pleasures, perils and plunder. It fucking sucks is basically all that seems sufficient.
posted by scott @ 10:00 AM
3 Comments:
Wow. You got pretty much the best spam comments ever, because they almost have something to do with your post.
--Just passing by.
photoblog=rock.
france is manque-ing me quite a bit. even just europe in general. you could totally wrangle endless years of being an assistant out of the french gov't if you wanted. instead of renewing, simply apply anew each year. more complicated, but then you're not beholden to the two year limit, and you can move amongst the various academies. i suggest grenoble and strasbourg for your next sejour. i think if i were to do it again i would go to strasbourg...but twice is enough for me.
additionally (and only to make this comment longer) why all the hot lurve for austin? i'm telling you the east coast is where it's at.
i'll post more pics on flikr soonish. i have a lot more to go up. i wish i could grow a decent beard but it always ends up looking wonky. le sigh.
i can get the specific allure you brought up about austin, but it's still surrounded by texas and the rest of the south. which i am so over. plus, boise had a similar feel to it, although it's YEARS behind austin...and that whole feeling of being surrounded and stranded on a small oasis of urbanism and a smallish progressive community got old after awhile. as everything does, including my lurve for my current provenance in western mass. however, i recently decided that i'm forever going to be unhappy because whereas the work i want to do is over here in the US, the life i want to have outside of work is in europe. and i CAN'T handle a commute like that.
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