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Summer is suddenly a flurry. At one point I was searching for DC jobs then decided that I just needed to hop a plane to Austin. Then I decided I wanted to save myself the awkwardness of apologizing to everyone that I can only work for a mere two months. So here I am. Sent an email on a whim and am now praying to all Gods that exist that I get a positive response. I can't even talk about it I feel like I'm jinxing it just thinking about it.
Today I went to Catonsville and dropped fifty on some listening and reading material, almost all well-worth it. I don't even know what music is cool lately because I'm trying to fill in the gaps. At least I'm trying. Also watching important films. I've decided that I'm okay with taking this summer out from most social interaction for a while, so that I can focus on educating my soul.
After Catonsville I went down the street to Ellicott City, and there was this dude standing on a bridge, looking at the river below. I didn't get it until I walked closer to where he was standing. He and some other dude had spent careful time assembling rocks and branches in strange patterns in the river. Like some strange, abandoned ancient and primitive art project. I took a picture and he was like [as many, many people are like]: "IS THAT A POLAROID OMG I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THEY STILL MADE THOSE." Sure is, here, you can keep the photo. Then the sun came out and ruined the picture I took for myself.
Unrelated- I really can't understand the Criterion Collection people. Like, what the hell do you think makes a good movie? They release weird stuff about India that prominently features really obvious narration and horrible acting, and also count "Armageddon" as one of their catalog titles. I don't get it. But I do know that I definitely seek out their titles.
Today I went to Catonsville and dropped fifty on some listening and reading material, almost all well-worth it. I don't even know what music is cool lately because I'm trying to fill in the gaps. At least I'm trying. Also watching important films. I've decided that I'm okay with taking this summer out from most social interaction for a while, so that I can focus on educating my soul.
After Catonsville I went down the street to Ellicott City, and there was this dude standing on a bridge, looking at the river below. I didn't get it until I walked closer to where he was standing. He and some other dude had spent careful time assembling rocks and branches in strange patterns in the river. Like some strange, abandoned ancient and primitive art project. I took a picture and he was like [as many, many people are like]: "IS THAT A POLAROID OMG I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THEY STILL MADE THOSE." Sure is, here, you can keep the photo. Then the sun came out and ruined the picture I took for myself.
Unrelated- I really can't understand the Criterion Collection people. Like, what the hell do you think makes a good movie? They release weird stuff about India that prominently features really obvious narration and horrible acting, and also count "Armageddon" as one of their catalog titles. I don't get it. But I do know that I definitely seek out their titles.