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Thursday, January 3, 2008
Stealth-times and sad-times.
R.I.P. anniversary for Edgar Cayce...a Kentucky boy with amazing gifts...who grew into a man with a heart bigger than the whole, wide world.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
My head is folding in on itself.
Soon, I will suck myself up and just become a vacuum.
I argue for a philosophical position that as far as I can tell, no one else ever has (or at least has never proven). I have only a rudimentary understanding of metaphysics, so I turn in circles and circles until my paper is totally restructured, and then I start again. And again.
It is due tomorrow.
I had a glass of wine to relax, but it only muddies my thoughts. I feel I am trying to decipher some sort of a Zen koan--only instead of sitting in Zazen meditating, I feel my ass grow wider and more numb on my folding chair as I type type type away my circular musings and half-baked concepts.
Dear god, why didn't I choose to pursue a literature degree?
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I argue for a philosophical position that as far as I can tell, no one else ever has (or at least has never proven). I have only a rudimentary understanding of metaphysics, so I turn in circles and circles until my paper is totally restructured, and then I start again. And again.
It is due tomorrow.
I had a glass of wine to relax, but it only muddies my thoughts. I feel I am trying to decipher some sort of a Zen koan--only instead of sitting in Zazen meditating, I feel my ass grow wider and more numb on my folding chair as I type type type away my circular musings and half-baked concepts.
Dear god, why didn't I choose to pursue a literature degree?
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
The Year in Review.
So.
It's been a year since I left Los Angeles. Last August 29th, I tearfully gave away the last of the things I couldn't fit into my storage space or my rented vehicle (my low-rent vulturous neighbors were more than delighted to pick through it all), and myself and my three feline children hit the road. We drove straight through the desert, the mountains, the trees--never stopping except for pee breaks and food-on-the-run--until we stumbled, exhausted, into an equally low-rent hotel each night. When we arrived four days later on the doorstep of my parents' home (a respite I truly appreciate and often return to during my darkest life transitions), I think the four of us passed out and slept for a whole day.
I departed from Los Angeles a disenchanted, unhappy person. As I've outlined in detail in my previous blogs, I hadn't reached the place I wanted to be as an artist; I was broke and living in a shitty neighborhood where I didn't feel safe; my relationship of several years had reached its climax--and despite our attempts to make it work, it quite simply, didn't anymore. It was time to hit that big reset button, yet again.
Kentucky is by no means my favorite place to live, despite growing up here. It is very dear to me, a wonderful place to come back and visit; I find it beautiful and bucolic in many ways, but I've never been able to shake that it just doesn't feel like home to me. However, my folks are here, it's fairly affordable, and it seemed the most logical place to take a respite and plan for the future. Initially, I had plans to work on a cruise ship in Hawaii, but after reading horror narrative after horror narrative, combined with the cruise line's apathy in returning my calls, I elected not to dedicate five months of my life to indentured servitude. Instead, I chose to hang my hat here for a bit, to give myself time to really take a look at what was the most progressive, yet most satisfying "next step."
In the year that I've been here, I've worked several "permanent" jobs which proved to be nothing of the sort, and many, many temp assignments. Truly, I never wanted to find any employment that would keep me here too long; my intention has always been to go someplace else. No matter how comfortable Lexington and its environs are, my gypsy heart has longed for a new, or return to a "new again" place where I feel there is more opportunity (and saltwater--I hate being landlocked). And, despite my return to Kentucky serving as an escape from a relationship tornado, I managed to find yet another opportunity to get my heart broken. What can I say? When I care, I care deeply and with hope that it will be returned. There's another life lesson in there for me somewhere, I suppose; I'm still working that one out.
This year has been tough--hell, things have been tough for me since 2005--but I feel I'm finally turning a corner. I'm back in school; two schools, actually: University of Kentucky and Eastern Kentucky University, as a philosophy major. Heady, lofty stuff, but I've always set the bar high, which is why I've probably experienced my share of disappointment. I'm having an amazing time thus far, and only see it getting better. I'm a junior (currently taking 18 hours--again, those lofty goals), and I anticipate being done in a year and a half. So, I'm thinking early 2009, I'm on my way to grad school, back on the west side of the nation--or maybe even Europe. We'll see what opportunities present themselves to me.
Oh yeah, and I'm applying for a grant to develop a one-woman show, incorporating much about my full-circle journey home. It'll be swell, I promise. So, wish me luck, friends. Changer oui!
It's been a year since I left Los Angeles. Last August 29th, I tearfully gave away the last of the things I couldn't fit into my storage space or my rented vehicle (my low-rent vulturous neighbors were more than delighted to pick through it all), and myself and my three feline children hit the road. We drove straight through the desert, the mountains, the trees--never stopping except for pee breaks and food-on-the-run--until we stumbled, exhausted, into an equally low-rent hotel each night. When we arrived four days later on the doorstep of my parents' home (a respite I truly appreciate and often return to during my darkest life transitions), I think the four of us passed out and slept for a whole day.
I departed from Los Angeles a disenchanted, unhappy person. As I've outlined in detail in my previous blogs, I hadn't reached the place I wanted to be as an artist; I was broke and living in a shitty neighborhood where I didn't feel safe; my relationship of several years had reached its climax--and despite our attempts to make it work, it quite simply, didn't anymore. It was time to hit that big reset button, yet again.
Kentucky is by no means my favorite place to live, despite growing up here. It is very dear to me, a wonderful place to come back and visit; I find it beautiful and bucolic in many ways, but I've never been able to shake that it just doesn't feel like home to me. However, my folks are here, it's fairly affordable, and it seemed the most logical place to take a respite and plan for the future. Initially, I had plans to work on a cruise ship in Hawaii, but after reading horror narrative after horror narrative, combined with the cruise line's apathy in returning my calls, I elected not to dedicate five months of my life to indentured servitude. Instead, I chose to hang my hat here for a bit, to give myself time to really take a look at what was the most progressive, yet most satisfying "next step."
In the year that I've been here, I've worked several "permanent" jobs which proved to be nothing of the sort, and many, many temp assignments. Truly, I never wanted to find any employment that would keep me here too long; my intention has always been to go someplace else. No matter how comfortable Lexington and its environs are, my gypsy heart has longed for a new, or return to a "new again" place where I feel there is more opportunity (and saltwater--I hate being landlocked). And, despite my return to Kentucky serving as an escape from a relationship tornado, I managed to find yet another opportunity to get my heart broken. What can I say? When I care, I care deeply and with hope that it will be returned. There's another life lesson in there for me somewhere, I suppose; I'm still working that one out.
This year has been tough--hell, things have been tough for me since 2005--but I feel I'm finally turning a corner. I'm back in school; two schools, actually: University of Kentucky and Eastern Kentucky University, as a philosophy major. Heady, lofty stuff, but I've always set the bar high, which is why I've probably experienced my share of disappointment. I'm having an amazing time thus far, and only see it getting better. I'm a junior (currently taking 18 hours--again, those lofty goals), and I anticipate being done in a year and a half. So, I'm thinking early 2009, I'm on my way to grad school, back on the west side of the nation--or maybe even Europe. We'll see what opportunities present themselves to me.
Oh yeah, and I'm applying for a grant to develop a one-woman show, incorporating much about my full-circle journey home. It'll be swell, I promise. So, wish me luck, friends. Changer oui!
Friday, July 27, 2007
Work, life, cats, etc.
Where I've been doing temp work for about a month now, there's a guy named Miskelley. Even though his name is spelled differently, I thought--with West Memphis, Arkansas being one state away (it's just over the state line with Tennessee)--he might be related to Jessie Misskelley, one of the West Memphis 3. Yesterday, I asked him.
"Yes," he replied, "but I don't know him. He's a distant third cousin or something."
"Do you know anything new about what's going down--"
Before I could finish, he quickly interjected:
"I don't know anything about that case. Aren't there a couple of movies out about that, or something?"
Not to denigrate this guy--he seems like a perfectly nice man--but how could you be related to someone directly affected by this travesty of justice, and not at least be a little curious about the details? Especially if you're an attorney?
Puzzling. I recommended both films to him, and he said he'd look them up on Netflix. Maybe I jarred something loose, and he'll inform himself. Perhaps it will spur him to take up the cause, too. Seems only right, bein' kinfolk an' all.
You may not be familiar either, so familiarize yourself here. And do watch Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills and its sequel, Paradise Lost 2: Revelations. Troubling pieces, those. We need to get those men (yep, men now...it's been 14 years) out of jail. Damien's just sitting there, waiting for the needle. Very, very sad.
Tired of waiting to find out which schools I got into. The semester starts in a little over two weeks, and I'm still not getting answers. Really, it's not like I applied to Harvard, or anything. Answers, please! I need something to give me hope for my immediate future.
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"Yes," he replied, "but I don't know him. He's a distant third cousin or something."
"Do you know anything new about what's going down--"
Before I could finish, he quickly interjected:
"I don't know anything about that case. Aren't there a couple of movies out about that, or something?"
Not to denigrate this guy--he seems like a perfectly nice man--but how could you be related to someone directly affected by this travesty of justice, and not at least be a little curious about the details? Especially if you're an attorney?
Puzzling. I recommended both films to him, and he said he'd look them up on Netflix. Maybe I jarred something loose, and he'll inform himself. Perhaps it will spur him to take up the cause, too. Seems only right, bein' kinfolk an' all.
You may not be familiar either, so familiarize yourself here. And do watch Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills and its sequel, Paradise Lost 2: Revelations. Troubling pieces, those. We need to get those men (yep, men now...it's been 14 years) out of jail. Damien's just sitting there, waiting for the needle. Very, very sad.
Tired of waiting to find out which schools I got into. The semester starts in a little over two weeks, and I'm still not getting answers. Really, it's not like I applied to Harvard, or anything. Answers, please! I need something to give me hope for my immediate future.
I Can Has Cheezburger.com
Friday, July 13, 2007
One full month of no aspartame!
And I'm starting to feel a lot better. As I was telling my friend Darci last night: if I can quit this, I can do ANYTHING!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
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