I only wish I had found this myself...the flyer, not the dog head...poor crazy-eyed lingling.
Sunday, February 22, 2004
Sunday, February 8, 2004
boulevard of hungry eyes
I've been thinking about this article about mike mills a lot over the past couple of days. For some time I've been salivating at the work and lifestyle of the directors' bureau like many other film students out there, I suppose. The thing that struck me about this article is Mills' unflinching dedication to not getting a "job." While it is a point of pride for me that I've made it all the way through college completely on my own dime with no loan debt to follow me into the "real world," I can't help but wonder if having worked all this time at jobs totally unrelated to my field has allowed me to justify not really ever focusing on my chosen career. Now that I'm getting close to graduation, close to leaving the warm protective bussom of the college student moniker, I'm being forced against my will to make decisions. Right now I'm confused but incredibly comfortable. I have a decent (though dead-end) job, I don't work too many hours but still make enough to cover my expenses, I have a great girlfriend and I live in cool part of a city that I love where there always plenty of activities to satisfy my need for constant distraction. I could go on like this for a while I suppose, without any real concern for the abstract pursuit of a "career." My ambition isn't dried up completely, but experience has certainly made it shrink. School, my last semester, is underway and my anxiety grows in inverse proportion to the number of days before graduation. The "real world" is about to be barrelling down on me like the freight train that killed the psychic. We both should have seen it coming. *love, r.
I've been thinking about this article about mike mills a lot over the past couple of days. For some time I've been salivating at the work and lifestyle of the directors' bureau like many other film students out there, I suppose. The thing that struck me about this article is Mills' unflinching dedication to not getting a "job." While it is a point of pride for me that I've made it all the way through college completely on my own dime with no loan debt to follow me into the "real world," I can't help but wonder if having worked all this time at jobs totally unrelated to my field has allowed me to justify not really ever focusing on my chosen career. Now that I'm getting close to graduation, close to leaving the warm protective bussom of the college student moniker, I'm being forced against my will to make decisions. Right now I'm confused but incredibly comfortable. I have a decent (though dead-end) job, I don't work too many hours but still make enough to cover my expenses, I have a great girlfriend and I live in cool part of a city that I love where there always plenty of activities to satisfy my need for constant distraction. I could go on like this for a while I suppose, without any real concern for the abstract pursuit of a "career." My ambition isn't dried up completely, but experience has certainly made it shrink. School, my last semester, is underway and my anxiety grows in inverse proportion to the number of days before graduation. The "real world" is about to be barrelling down on me like the freight train that killed the psychic. We both should have seen it coming. *love, r.
Saturday, January 31, 2004
the lust of lucre strikes
I think I'm becoming a full blown smoker. Generally I only smoke when two of the following three conditions are met: (1) when I'm drinking, (2) when I'm nervous, (3) when it is cold and dark. Smoking seems to fit nicely with seedy bars I frequent, inclement weather, and my chronic fidgeting. Honestly it really amazes me that I've been generally successful in fending off the urge to chainsmoke constantly given my nervous personality. Today though, I lit up coffin nail in the middle of the afternoon on a beautiful, bright sunny day. Next thing I know I'll be buying cartons to save the extra few bucks. Fuck that noise. From now on, I'll only smoke a square after a grueling workout, following a filling vegan meal, or as a delightful post-coital treat. Then again, if I do really do become a smoker, I can use the empty boxes for my Artomat pieces. I've almost finished my prototype for submission and if they accept it, that will be another excuse for me to indulge in my favorite vice. Well, third favorite. *love, r.
I think I'm becoming a full blown smoker. Generally I only smoke when two of the following three conditions are met: (1) when I'm drinking, (2) when I'm nervous, (3) when it is cold and dark. Smoking seems to fit nicely with seedy bars I frequent, inclement weather, and my chronic fidgeting. Honestly it really amazes me that I've been generally successful in fending off the urge to chainsmoke constantly given my nervous personality. Today though, I lit up coffin nail in the middle of the afternoon on a beautiful, bright sunny day. Next thing I know I'll be buying cartons to save the extra few bucks. Fuck that noise. From now on, I'll only smoke a square after a grueling workout, following a filling vegan meal, or as a delightful post-coital treat. Then again, if I do really do become a smoker, I can use the empty boxes for my Artomat pieces. I've almost finished my prototype for submission and if they accept it, that will be another excuse for me to indulge in my favorite vice. Well, third favorite. *love, r.
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