I am buried underneath piles and piles of my own paperwork. Resumes, applications, packets and portfolios. Transcripts, letters of recommendation and files of photographs and artwork to be clipped.
I am so very tired of this and at the same time I am functioning in a state of heightened panic because i have deadlines and I am perhaps already too late.
Hire me. Interview me at least.
please.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Green
Sometimes I listen to my friends and close ones fly off the pan handle about various things and think...yea I feel that but my you're worked up! Sometimes I get worked up too.
Yesterday was one of those days where everything just kept getting me worked up. It all started with the new issue of Mothering that has Ms. DiFranco on the cover with her partner and their child. We picked up the issue at our local whole foods while we were conscientiously buying organic dairy products and grass fed beef. While HH was making lunch, I perused the issue, starting of course with the article on Ani and backtracking to the open letters section. Here I find a letter by a woman who is enraged by the number of coupons she is receiving for formula and in fact went so far as to collect them in garbage bags and shred them This, in turn, enrages me. What kind of a socially conscious individual would shred hundreds of dollars worth of coupons? Is this individual unaware of the hundreds, perhaps thousands of women who are either unable to breast feed or not raising children they bore? Is she unaware of the thousands of children in the foster system who are in desperate need of formula and the foster parents who are given 200 a month to feed and clothe these children? A sum of money which barely covers a few onesies and a pair of shoes much less enough formula and diapers for an entire month. Is she so isolated that she does not understand that while SHE may be lucky enough to both breast feed and pump ( because she has the luxury of working part time) many women are not so lucky and NEED formula. WHAT A SELFISH BITCH. She couldn't have seen her way to donating those coupons? She couldn't have managed to find a way to give those free cans of formula to children that actually need it? No, because she is the only person on the planet and how dare a formula company assume she might need their services?
So after I finished my rant about the intensely self-absorbed green housewives of america, my roommate wandered into the kitchen and announced that she was not going to vote for Hil because "the world isn't ready for a female leader" and " other countries won't take us seriously if we have a female president". At which point a bomb of shocked silence exploded over the kitchen. Before I could close my mouth and swallow, HH had launched into a list of current female leaders and historical ones, their locations in the world and how most of the world in fact, does take a woman as a leader quite seriously, more seriously in fact, than America does. I seconded and added to the list of names and countries as my unsuspecting roommate failed to comprehend what we were saying. She literally could not process the information, or comprehend that women were in power somewhere else...where?... in the world. I followed this discussion with a printed list of female world leaders, which I casually slipped under her door.
And of course, after these there is one more. We are driving along talking about our mutual soapbox-drama and what is in the lane next to us but a PRIUS. A vehicle that makes HH simply detonate. and what is happening in the prius? A teenager is chewing chunks of his styrofoam cup and spitting them out of the window onto the ground. Yup. That about sums it up folks.
Yesterday was one of those days where everything just kept getting me worked up. It all started with the new issue of Mothering that has Ms. DiFranco on the cover with her partner and their child. We picked up the issue at our local whole foods while we were conscientiously buying organic dairy products and grass fed beef. While HH was making lunch, I perused the issue, starting of course with the article on Ani and backtracking to the open letters section. Here I find a letter by a woman who is enraged by the number of coupons she is receiving for formula and in fact went so far as to collect them in garbage bags and shred them This, in turn, enrages me. What kind of a socially conscious individual would shred hundreds of dollars worth of coupons? Is this individual unaware of the hundreds, perhaps thousands of women who are either unable to breast feed or not raising children they bore? Is she unaware of the thousands of children in the foster system who are in desperate need of formula and the foster parents who are given 200 a month to feed and clothe these children? A sum of money which barely covers a few onesies and a pair of shoes much less enough formula and diapers for an entire month. Is she so isolated that she does not understand that while SHE may be lucky enough to both breast feed and pump ( because she has the luxury of working part time) many women are not so lucky and NEED formula. WHAT A SELFISH BITCH. She couldn't have seen her way to donating those coupons? She couldn't have managed to find a way to give those free cans of formula to children that actually need it? No, because she is the only person on the planet and how dare a formula company assume she might need their services?
So after I finished my rant about the intensely self-absorbed green housewives of america, my roommate wandered into the kitchen and announced that she was not going to vote for Hil because "the world isn't ready for a female leader" and " other countries won't take us seriously if we have a female president". At which point a bomb of shocked silence exploded over the kitchen. Before I could close my mouth and swallow, HH had launched into a list of current female leaders and historical ones, their locations in the world and how most of the world in fact, does take a woman as a leader quite seriously, more seriously in fact, than America does. I seconded and added to the list of names and countries as my unsuspecting roommate failed to comprehend what we were saying. She literally could not process the information, or comprehend that women were in power somewhere else...where?... in the world. I followed this discussion with a printed list of female world leaders, which I casually slipped under her door.
And of course, after these there is one more. We are driving along talking about our mutual soapbox-drama and what is in the lane next to us but a PRIUS. A vehicle that makes HH simply detonate. and what is happening in the prius? A teenager is chewing chunks of his styrofoam cup and spitting them out of the window onto the ground. Yup. That about sums it up folks.
Friday, May 16, 2008
I only tapped you!
So I am driving along the other day, on my way hoe from work and as is sometimes the case the main drag back to my house is stuffed with vehicles. We are bumper to bumper as tho we live in NYC and not in the sleepy nook of Annapolis. Admittedly, I am tired and distracted and not paying attention really...since we are not moving I feel fairly safe in this state of being. FOOLISHLY. So as I'm sitting there the car in front of me suddenly shifts into park and the woman driving gets out looking furious and starts stomping towards my car. I blink and start to wonder... what is she doing? Loudly she begins to yell as she stomps along " YOU HIT MY CAR!!" I look at her in wonder. I look at her car. I look to the car next to me, the man nods while trying unsuccessfully to keep the smirk from his face. I look back to the now very close and irate face out my window and smile. The woman must actually wipe DUST from her bumper in order to inspect the 'damage' I have inflicted upon her at .5 mph. Now I offer her my insurance information as it becomes clear that even tho there is not a mark on her CHEVY IMPALA she is going to throw a full blown temper tantrum. She refuses my information and insists on calling the cops. I would take a moment to point out that all this is happening in the driving lane since she is also refusing to pull off into the parking lot that is right next to us as though her vehicle has been totalled by my massive collision with her.
By the time we do get pulled over, I have now officially had the raddish with this woman is alternately lecturing me on driving and flying off the pan handle about various car related delusions. I make a show of taking out my logic problems book and setting to work as though I can wait all day for her dramatic little ass, this serves only to further infuriate her as I was hoping it would. The police show up and are thoroughly confounded by the incident as no damage has occured and they don't know why they are there. I smile and return to my logic problems. She launches into a fresh tantrum on crazy white girls.
In the end the police filed a report to make her happy, waited for her to leave and then laughed their asses off and told me not worry about it. Overall 40 minutes of my life I may never get back but were very entertaining.
By the time we do get pulled over, I have now officially had the raddish with this woman is alternately lecturing me on driving and flying off the pan handle about various car related delusions. I make a show of taking out my logic problems book and setting to work as though I can wait all day for her dramatic little ass, this serves only to further infuriate her as I was hoping it would. The police show up and are thoroughly confounded by the incident as no damage has occured and they don't know why they are there. I smile and return to my logic problems. She launches into a fresh tantrum on crazy white girls.
In the end the police filed a report to make her happy, waited for her to leave and then laughed their asses off and told me not worry about it. Overall 40 minutes of my life I may never get back but were very entertaining.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Other work and Rain
It's raining and the sound is lovely against the roof of the love nest, I almost forget the sound of rain and how peaceful it can be until I lay in my warm bed, underneath several lovely layers of blankets and cuddle up with my furry Artemesia and listen to just the sound of the rain.
The love nest makes me happy. It is a lovely room and I am grateful for it. If only the rest of the house fell in line. One does grow quite tired of pulling hair out of a drain that doesn't belong to them or to their sig. other or to even the roommate. I dislike the owner of the hair and I dislike her perpetual presence in my home. The slimy, clotted coils of her hair in my drain are only a reminder of her being. Drain-o is NOT enough to rid my of this. Neither is a hairpin poking around in the drain and apparently neither is a hair trap over the drain. Because you see, somehow it is not obvious to this shedding lady what the purpose of a hair trap is and so she simply removes the trap ( full of hair) and sets it on the side of the drain and then showers away letting new, copious amounts of her hateful hair fall down our drain.
Yes. I dislike this girl.
on the upside:
The love nest makes me happy. It is a lovely room and I am grateful for it. If only the rest of the house fell in line. One does grow quite tired of pulling hair out of a drain that doesn't belong to them or to their sig. other or to even the roommate. I dislike the owner of the hair and I dislike her perpetual presence in my home. The slimy, clotted coils of her hair in my drain are only a reminder of her being. Drain-o is NOT enough to rid my of this. Neither is a hairpin poking around in the drain and apparently neither is a hair trap over the drain. Because you see, somehow it is not obvious to this shedding lady what the purpose of a hair trap is and so she simply removes the trap ( full of hair) and sets it on the side of the drain and then showers away letting new, copious amounts of her hateful hair fall down our drain.
Yes. I dislike this girl.
on the upside:
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Abandoned
Ok...I didn't exactly abandon this blog, more like to an extended break from it. You see a few things came up and then a few more and then to my complete surprise one very big thing came up and then lasted ... well... indefinately. So. Here I am many months later with more than I am able to really cover in an update having happened. The shortest possible version is I have been working on my photography aggressively and now sell to a stock agency as well as shoot as regularly as I could want, I visited my buddy Dave in Hawaii and had multiple life revelations and yes I started something with someone and its BIG and I'm actually quite quite pleased with myself.
Overall the last ...6?... months have just been chugging right along and it's funny because some decisions just get made for me because things happen and the time is right and then WAPOW decision made! Other things jus become too obvious for words and then no decision at all is really being made, its just the thing that is coming next.
I have decided that now is the time to move forward with my life and as vaguely as I can, I'll say that changes are a'coming and I am thrilled about them. Now perhaps, I should be more frightened than I am ( which is not really at all) but I'm not, and I've just decided that really it's time to leap over the edge and enoy the fall.
The work:
Overall the last ...6?... months have just been chugging right along and it's funny because some decisions just get made for me because things happen and the time is right and then WAPOW decision made! Other things jus become too obvious for words and then no decision at all is really being made, its just the thing that is coming next.
I have decided that now is the time to move forward with my life and as vaguely as I can, I'll say that changes are a'coming and I am thrilled about them. Now perhaps, I should be more frightened than I am ( which is not really at all) but I'm not, and I've just decided that really it's time to leap over the edge and enoy the fall.
The work:
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