I had some quote in mind to start this thing off with, but I quickly forgot it.
I really think it had something to do with a Cronenberg movie. Did I ever tell you that I'm in love with him? His movies, I should say. Even his bad ones make me smile some sort of gorey, vagina dentata smile.
And even after 6 months of me hyping it up, I still like A History of Violence a lot when I saw it. A lot of people say it's slow and mediocre, but really, I can't even imagine that. It's a very deep examination of the American obsession with sex and violence wrapped in the shell of a normal movie. If it were done by any other director, one could just write it off, but this is D.C. here. He is a master of the sublime and subliminal, one who looks at the dark side of life. If you see this movie and don't think that there is anything going on, you're missing a lot, missing the point, and missing out.
Since the last time we spoke, I got sick, again. this time the flu. Also, while I got a pissant job to pay the bills, I'm really looking for something good, and I think I have some real leads going, so here's to hoping that they pan out some.
For an aside, I would like to say that all I really want to do right now is not to be in the city, per se, but to get on a high horsed Vespa or some other odd method of conveince and ride out west. This is not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal. I have become obsessed with the midwest. Everytime I look for a writing job, the midwest tempts me with its ample employment and friendly people. I enjoy the vibe there a lot, and maybe after I'm done in the city, I'll head out that way. I'm not running like so many, or looking for myself, but going where I want to go. I've lived far too many years on this earth trying to make everyone but myself happy, and sooner than later, I'm going to try and better my standard of living. This may not be the first step, but it is a step.
With this said, I am not skipping on my lease or on New York, not yet at least. I see no real chances there, and I'm not investing too much in it. I plan to commute a lot and use the city as a base of operations rather than a home. I feel that this is sort of the only thing to do. Well, not really. I do know that I've been stuck in Ridgefield for the past few days and in that time I have had 3 good job opportunities. Small pond, maybe, but it's a pond. I could work as an assistant to an author, work a newspaper, or in a pharmacy (where they would pay for my training and I would be working with a good friend). This is interesting when compared to the lake of New York where you have hundreds of young, overqualified people competing for every job. I like the small ponds better, I'm finding.
So god knows what the future will bring.
god. God. G*D, ***
-ccmas
I really think it had something to do with a Cronenberg movie. Did I ever tell you that I'm in love with him? His movies, I should say. Even his bad ones make me smile some sort of gorey, vagina dentata smile.
And even after 6 months of me hyping it up, I still like A History of Violence a lot when I saw it. A lot of people say it's slow and mediocre, but really, I can't even imagine that. It's a very deep examination of the American obsession with sex and violence wrapped in the shell of a normal movie. If it were done by any other director, one could just write it off, but this is D.C. here. He is a master of the sublime and subliminal, one who looks at the dark side of life. If you see this movie and don't think that there is anything going on, you're missing a lot, missing the point, and missing out.
Since the last time we spoke, I got sick, again. this time the flu. Also, while I got a pissant job to pay the bills, I'm really looking for something good, and I think I have some real leads going, so here's to hoping that they pan out some.
For an aside, I would like to say that all I really want to do right now is not to be in the city, per se, but to get on a high horsed Vespa or some other odd method of conveince and ride out west. This is not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal. I have become obsessed with the midwest. Everytime I look for a writing job, the midwest tempts me with its ample employment and friendly people. I enjoy the vibe there a lot, and maybe after I'm done in the city, I'll head out that way. I'm not running like so many, or looking for myself, but going where I want to go. I've lived far too many years on this earth trying to make everyone but myself happy, and sooner than later, I'm going to try and better my standard of living. This may not be the first step, but it is a step.
With this said, I am not skipping on my lease or on New York, not yet at least. I see no real chances there, and I'm not investing too much in it. I plan to commute a lot and use the city as a base of operations rather than a home. I feel that this is sort of the only thing to do. Well, not really. I do know that I've been stuck in Ridgefield for the past few days and in that time I have had 3 good job opportunities. Small pond, maybe, but it's a pond. I could work as an assistant to an author, work a newspaper, or in a pharmacy (where they would pay for my training and I would be working with a good friend). This is interesting when compared to the lake of New York where you have hundreds of young, overqualified people competing for every job. I like the small ponds better, I'm finding.
So god knows what the future will bring.
god. God. G*D, ***
-ccmas
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