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...because it's been awhile and I'm not in the mood for monologue.
...I need something new and preferably fictional to read. The one and only (it really is just one) thing I miss about my 6:30am bus ride to the old job is an empty bus where you can sit alone without distraction. The 21 line at 9:30am is not this. It's a can of sardines.
...I am comfortable in my new job. The non-work life is now the chaotic element in my day-to-day. This is a complete reversal. It's nothing big or existential -- though one might argue that being a nomad -- forced to move from house to house without ever taking root anywhere -- is a metaphor for something. I don't know what. Anyhow, I wouldn't oppose to that argument. No way.
...I am approaching a shift. This, I think, is due in no small part to me taking a 'breather' from writing and the larger world of movie-making during pretty much the entire year of 2007 to focus on sound/music projects. A lot of reasons for this. Some I won't get into here. However, I will say I'm again feeling the desire. A revision of The Collective will be a good start.
...All night discos lead to a day's worth of physical sadness.
...Google Reader continues to streamline my internet browsing in new and exciting ways. Everyone should check it out.
...I'm feeling the first twinges of true adulthood. This comes, perhaps, from feelings such as a desire to be responsible for my own sake, satisfaction, and survival, rather than to satisfy the wants, needs, and desires of other people I may or may not have wanted to impress in the past.
...Weird.
That's all for now, internet.
...I need something new and preferably fictional to read. The one and only (it really is just one) thing I miss about my 6:30am bus ride to the old job is an empty bus where you can sit alone without distraction. The 21 line at 9:30am is not this. It's a can of sardines.
...I am comfortable in my new job. The non-work life is now the chaotic element in my day-to-day. This is a complete reversal. It's nothing big or existential -- though one might argue that being a nomad -- forced to move from house to house without ever taking root anywhere -- is a metaphor for something. I don't know what. Anyhow, I wouldn't oppose to that argument. No way.
...I am approaching a shift. This, I think, is due in no small part to me taking a 'breather' from writing and the larger world of movie-making during pretty much the entire year of 2007 to focus on sound/music projects. A lot of reasons for this. Some I won't get into here. However, I will say I'm again feeling the desire. A revision of The Collective will be a good start.
...All night discos lead to a day's worth of physical sadness.
...Google Reader continues to streamline my internet browsing in new and exciting ways. Everyone should check it out.
...I'm feeling the first twinges of true adulthood. This comes, perhaps, from feelings such as a desire to be responsible for my own sake, satisfaction, and survival, rather than to satisfy the wants, needs, and desires of other people I may or may not have wanted to impress in the past.
...Weird.
That's all for now, internet.