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I don't want to seem pompous or demanding, but I look at Everything (and everything else) as a way for people to exchange things. Ideas, mostly, laughs, reflections, inspirations, and sometimes, just something to stare at while you're at work, doing whatever most of you computer oriented people do for a paycheck (most of which I admit, I am unable to discern). I read a lot of the funny ones to my co-workers and bookmark, vote, ching, or add to the rest. This place have given me so much, and I hope I have given you as much as I can on a regular basis, that I figured, maybe you could help me.
I'm looking hither and yon for job ideas, moving ideas, and lifestyle ideas. I'm always trying to open my eyes wider at every turn so I don't miss what may still be a golden opportunity lying half under a pile of metaphorical shit. I've got as full a life as I could get without much social activity here in New Orleans, and while I don't see myself moving until at least the end of the year, I'm always thinking up a back up plan, a plan I could enact on the spot if it were inspiring enough. I'm ready to set my sights pretty much anywhere, which is the blessing of not having much holding you down but emotional baggage, which, I've found, fits well inside even an overloaded Festiva (I've done weight checks to see if my teeny tires could take it, and was pleasantly surprised---regret and guilt are the lightest ones so far).
My family is always far away and I've always gotten along without having to depend on much of anyone. When I broke up with my ex here after having lived here maybe 4 months, I slept on the floor of a girl's apartment who barely knew me (the girl, not the...well the apartment didn't know me well either) until I was able to get my own place. I got a temp job and eventually got a perm job, and here I sit, finally financially independent. Or, as independent as one could be with as much college debt as I have. It's been almost 4 years now I've been here, and I think I've seen enough. I've had my down times and my laughs and more Quarter stories than I care to count, and now I want to see what else is out there.
So send me your suggestions. Tell me the most appealing options in the places you've known that, to the best of your knowledge of me based on my nodes, would suit someone like me. I'm kind of hoping to find some kind of job that would appease my creative nature, even if it's copy editing to get a foot in the door, to get free software classes. I am not a stranger to physical labor, but would like to avoid the service industry in the first person; I've done my time in that realm.
There must be beautiful places out there. There must be a selling point in each of your towns and cities. I want to hear them. I've never really been anywhere, never left the East Coast except to come here and once I got here, I never even traveled next door to Texas. I want to pick a place and just head there, but I thought this would be a novel way of getting some suggestions.
Either msg me in Chatterbox, email me at the address listed on my site (which is listed on my home node), or call the Canbox number on my home node. Tell me where I can go, but be nice. And if you want to split gas with me, you're more than welcome to come along.
Just finished writing a story; the first one I've actually finished since December 1997. I've begun to tentatively hope that the long drought is over. I'm not going to really celebrate until I've started working on the next one, whatever that turns out to be.
But it does feel good to have this one done. Maybe I'll try to sell it; I can go to the library tomorrow and see if they have the latest edition of Writers' Market. And I can see if that nifty Hewlett-Packard Deskjet 500 I scored for free over the weekend works.
Some tension I had been keeping broke in me today. Then this strong wise thing bubbled up joyfully and laughed at me and poked me in the ribs. Silly silly. Shut up about your walls and stuck places for once. So you have them? So, what? They don't matter here. Stop attaching all this signifigance to them.
She said it as I was watching an earthworm slink along the ground. The simplicity of that motion.
I take back all the tiresome anxious things I said. We both know me better than that. I don't doubt my senses anymore and I never doubted you in the first place. I won't ever ask you again. I don't need to hear you put it into words. I know I know I know. And thank you. :)
A snippet of the conversation:
me: You do anything today? her: No. What do you want? me: Could you watch Henri? her: Ohhhhh!! Come on. Why can't you take her to the babysitter? me: Sue's (the babysitter) sick. her: I hate when you do this. Why can't you find someone else? me: You're her mother! her: You're just doing this because you don't want to pay the babysitter. This is twice in two months now... me: How many times have you dropped off Claire on short notice in the last two months (actual answer: 5)? her: A few but that's different. Your sister's (she lives with me) around to help. me: And why do you drop her off? (Actual answer: to go to the bar, which as a musician the ex can almost claim to be work -- if she visited more than one bar -- or at least one bar that had music occasionally.) her: (realizing she's in a corner) Why isn't important. me: So it's ok for you to drop Claire on me on short notice so you can go on a date, but me going to work and not being able to get a babysitter is a big problem? her: LOOOONNNNNGGGG RANT about how hard her life is, and what an inconsiderate asshole I am. me: I'm gonna go now. Watch her please. exit me: without using a swear word directed at the ex.
As if my going to work, while she sits around her apartment (that I pay for) all day, somehow causes her harm. She's got no income other than what I pay her and her music money (total CD sales this month 3. It's been a good month for her). I knew I was marrying a musician but this is ridiculous. I thought I was lazy. Fuck scorn, hell hath no fury like a lazy woman given responsibility.
My dilemna, and the reason that I'm bitching here instead of at her, is simple. I refuse to take it out on my kids. I'm not gonna put them in the middle of parents who can't stand each other. I'm gonna take my fucking crow and eat it. 8chez and Resey (my chosen nicks for them) don't need to know how angry their mother's wasted potential makes me.
Hey if you read this far... wow!
In other news, they found water on Mars. They've got a picture that shows what appears to be a recent (
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I went over to Charmco after work to play AD&D with Eric today. His dad owns the place, he works there, it's right by downtown Painesville (Actually, it's more between Painesville and Fairport, but close enough), and most importantly, there's a pizza place nearby.
It's just the two of us playing, which is kinda tough on me, since tonight was my second session ever. My party consists of me, and a pair of NPCs played by Eric. One of them's a minotaur who doesn't speak Common, and the other is an elven wizardess loosely based on a character that Eric plays on a MUD we both frequent. She spends most of her time laughing at my ineptitude.
I like D&D, but it can be a bit frustrating at times. I spent an hour today arguing with a stupid blue goblin shaman about a magic ring that he claims his god gave to him. Argh!.
Also on the list of nifty things I did today, I upgraded to the latest version of Perl. Whee!.
-Shaft!
Right on.
We saw Shaft (2000). Jackson as John Shaft looked way cool, and had confidence to spare. Roundtree as Shaft wasn't scared of a damn thing, either, but he had more cool, more of a laissez-faire attitude. Jackson was like a force of nature.
here's this bleeding-heart foo from Salon: As the renegade cop hero, the nephew of Richard Roundtree's original Shaft, Samuel L. Jackson metes out justice with his fists and gun in a way that would appall me if it were Clint Eastwood dishing out the punishment. And yet, good liberal that I am, I have to confess that I loved "Shaft." ...... The brutality increases as the movie goes on and Singleton falls into the right-wing sensibility that action movies are prone to. "Shaft" says that the laws and courts and the restrictions on police protect the scum and that the only way to clean things up is for a lone man to break the rules. That's the malarkey that "Dirty Harry" peddled in the same year the original "Shaft" came out.
pffft
Other than that, we had sushi, and went to Barnes & Noble. I bought the O'Reilly book on System Performance Tuning with my LUG discount, yay, and realized once again that the coffee at B & N tastes like the tiles at the Baths of Caracalla. And they don't have soy. When I went up to the counter and waited some distance from the line to ask for it, this Yeti woman said "The lines starts over there." So I said "Yes, I see that the line is over there. Do you have soy milk?" And no, they don't. The fact that Starbucks employees receive better benefits than they do doesn't pluck the strings of my heart. All right, few things do, but that doesn't change the fact that nearly all of the B&N coffee bar brats are surly. Cut me a fucking twig:
1) I order a small, black coffee, not one of those mint mocha caramel frappucino nightmares, so it's not like I'm making the only person there jump through hoops with 7 people behind me in line. And so what if I did? If they want to market the shit out of those mocchiato monstrocities, they should goddamn well expect to make some of 'em.
2) I'm nice enough, but they don't thank me, or smile at me, or anything remotely resembling either. If you're that unhappy with your job, then get a different one. How oppressed are they? They make coffee (coffee that sucks), and they bake. Get a grip. Being rude to customers and acting like you're doing people a big-ass favor by doing your job does not pave the road to success.
Anyway. Now I'm at work. Someone took my fucking stapler again, so I lock it up in my drawer every night.
Now, if you'll excuse me, my locust ship is arriving.
Tonight, walking down the street, i saw two beautiful girls walking with their arms around each other. One, in a fitted dress, is lovely and has a fine, neat moustache. The light is not bright enough, she passes too quickly, to see if it is real or painted on.
I lie and tell the committee that i have a headache, so i can work on the newsletter tonight. But i haven't worked on it yet, and it's after midnight. I have to check with my body: do you have a headache? response: i don't know. it could go either way. These are the drawbacks to flexibility. Am i in pain? depends what you call pain. Ah, no, never mind me. I can't download the newsletter materials because my housemate is on the phone, and she's laughing, she's talking to her future girlfriend. Perhaps. I'll node offline instead.
sensei said amazing things to me today. Perhaps it is cliché, but sensei is my Everything guru. I have of late.. well, i've been trying to want to cook for myself. I've always cooked for other people, and when it was just me, i scrounged: leftovers, peanuts, bread, whatever there was. Yet i would go to great lengths to cook for one other person. My subconscious hope (i draw it out as a pit from a peach) was that they would learn to see food as a medium of beauty, (i draw it out as a shiny fishhook lodged beneath my skin) was that they love it, and by extension, me. I guess every meal was a pleading. And i've never really cared whether i love me or not. Talk about a painfully honest website. What sensei said has been turning over in me since, and it makes each action require so much more intention. (my responses are approximated for continuity)
You are someone worth cooking for! Yay! And what you eat becomes you (which is why cooking is the highest art: you make your audience, they carry your art with them in their cells and marrow for seven years.) ...So what you cook and eat helps make you how you are for everyone you meet. So when you cook for yourself, you cook yourself for all of them. That makes a heavy responsibility Yes, everything that we do or don't do is our response to the world. "Responsibility". it's easier to live thinking that some things don't count No one is counting. But everything counts. How we live is the only reason to live. Otherwise it is just eating and shitting and dying. But how we judge ourselves is often just the activity of a partial view.
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