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July: A Report
Jul. 22nd, 2014 10:53 pmI designated tonight as my correspondence night, and still had trouble not being grouchy about having to do it all.
The problem is that I work at my paid work very inefficiently, and then I get grouchy whenever something interrupts me from trying to catch up on that. If I were more efficient-- Well. I would be a different fancy monkey.
I've done a bunch of stuff in the last month, though little of it had to do with finding a permanent job or choosing a Next Move, academically, if that is indeed what I am doing.
Let's see.
( 1. Went to Yellow Point Lodge )
2. Submitted my Star Trek essay -- very nearly too late, but he liked it, which pleases.
3. Went to Shane Koyczan book signing and had book signed. Chattered merrily with everyone else, then acted like voiceless stricken fanboy to him.
(Voiceless stricken elderly wizened fanboy. Seeks same.)
4. Volunteered for local film society. I did one office shift and next... Tuesday? I'm doing a shift at the theatre. I'm ridiculously excited about this.
5. Went to Pride, a bit. Had a contest with K. to see who could collect the most condoms. I won (37). Saw the ex-co-con marching with the Unitarians (I believe he identifies as JuBu, but his husband is a U.) They got approved to start fostering LGBT kids, which has been a dream of his for years.
6. Did not go to reunion of undergrad buddies and bohemians in Vancouver. Unwell. Boo.
7. Went to Moss St. Paint-In. Began new painting the night before in its honour. Ran out of white while mixing the base colour, so made greyish painting instead. Decided I liked it. Nevertheless, post-Paint-In, splurged on tube of white paint to enable colour mixing at home.
8. Drew pictures of people at the flea market with K. (Different K.) so that she could practise being a Visual Anthropologist when she does her fieldwork in Peru.**
9. Took down nailed-up gauzy curtains and installed window film instead. Too impatient to cut window film cleanly or to push out every. single. bubble. so drew all over it with chalk paint instead. Still looks tidier than old window treatments, but this has changed look of house from Bohemian Disorder to Messy.
10. Kept doing the encyclopedia job, which I love and wish would go on forever. (But not doing it efficiently enough, QED.)
11. Found two pairs of jeans that fit me on the side of the road. Washed them twice, but they still sort of smell like other people's detergent.
12. Looked at creative writing programs. So far UBC seems like the best bet, though Matthea Harvey teaches at Sarah Lawrence. Or but really I want to go to the University of Pennsylvania and meet all those people I listen to on PoemTalk.
Or something. I don't have any money. Maybe I should do a PhD instead. Or just write a novel. Or find a job. Or something. Or something.
Hence the list of all the other things I've done, which I have at least done, except for the ones I didn't.
{rf}
*Dirty Dancing Forever
**There's that great bit in Robert Hass' "Faint Music" where the guy is imagining his ex-girlfriend with her new lover: "And then he’d hold her for a while— / Guatemalan weavings from his fieldwork on the wall—" I always imagine the new guy as Tim Robbins' weedy hippie in High Fidelity.
The problem is that I work at my paid work very inefficiently, and then I get grouchy whenever something interrupts me from trying to catch up on that. If I were more efficient-- Well. I would be a different fancy monkey.
I've done a bunch of stuff in the last month, though little of it had to do with finding a permanent job or choosing a Next Move, academically, if that is indeed what I am doing.
Let's see.
( 1. Went to Yellow Point Lodge )
2. Submitted my Star Trek essay -- very nearly too late, but he liked it, which pleases.
3. Went to Shane Koyczan book signing and had book signed. Chattered merrily with everyone else, then acted like voiceless stricken fanboy to him.
(Voiceless stricken elderly wizened fanboy. Seeks same.)
4. Volunteered for local film society. I did one office shift and next... Tuesday? I'm doing a shift at the theatre. I'm ridiculously excited about this.
5. Went to Pride, a bit. Had a contest with K. to see who could collect the most condoms. I won (37). Saw the ex-co-con marching with the Unitarians (I believe he identifies as JuBu, but his husband is a U.) They got approved to start fostering LGBT kids, which has been a dream of his for years.
6. Did not go to reunion of undergrad buddies and bohemians in Vancouver. Unwell. Boo.
7. Went to Moss St. Paint-In. Began new painting the night before in its honour. Ran out of white while mixing the base colour, so made greyish painting instead. Decided I liked it. Nevertheless, post-Paint-In, splurged on tube of white paint to enable colour mixing at home.
8. Drew pictures of people at the flea market with K. (Different K.) so that she could practise being a Visual Anthropologist when she does her fieldwork in Peru.**
9. Took down nailed-up gauzy curtains and installed window film instead. Too impatient to cut window film cleanly or to push out every. single. bubble. so drew all over it with chalk paint instead. Still looks tidier than old window treatments, but this has changed look of house from Bohemian Disorder to Messy.
10. Kept doing the encyclopedia job, which I love and wish would go on forever. (But not doing it efficiently enough, QED.)
11. Found two pairs of jeans that fit me on the side of the road. Washed them twice, but they still sort of smell like other people's detergent.
12. Looked at creative writing programs. So far UBC seems like the best bet, though Matthea Harvey teaches at Sarah Lawrence. Or but really I want to go to the University of Pennsylvania and meet all those people I listen to on PoemTalk.
Or something. I don't have any money. Maybe I should do a PhD instead. Or just write a novel. Or find a job. Or something. Or something.
Hence the list of all the other things I've done, which I have at least done, except for the ones I didn't.
{rf}
*Dirty Dancing Forever
**There's that great bit in Robert Hass' "Faint Music" where the guy is imagining his ex-girlfriend with her new lover: "And then he’d hold her for a while— / Guatemalan weavings from his fieldwork on the wall—" I always imagine the new guy as Tim Robbins' weedy hippie in High Fidelity.
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