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Wow, I haven't been around here in a long time. It looks so different. Progress, I guess.
Things are okay. New York, still. I moved to Manhattan last month and have felt better for it - living in Alphabet City, the vortex of the MTA, so I just ride my bike everywhere rather than bothering with the subway. Cheaper and more healthy, so eh.
Things are, generally, complicated. I'm wrapping up my grad student lifestyle, working at an art gallery/publishing house, and being as cheap as I can while still retaining what I can of my screw-it-let's-go-out attitude, which is hard because Manhattan is expensive. I do live in an area that lingers betwixt fancy and scary for tourists, so going out is still a possibility. But I'm buckling down and trying to focus on doing my thesis research. The thought of being done with grad school still terrifies me as much as life terrified me before grad school, so nothing much has changed. I really should have updated this every now and then.
I wrote a movie this summer, which is in edit-and-format mode, and should hopefully be in production by this spring. It is about mid-1970s south Texas, and is more or less awesome, I think, but we'll have to see how it turns out after we put it through the editing meat grinder. Right now it's around 160 pages long, which, according to my co-writer, is way too long. I'm a horrid self-editor, though, which can explain a lot of the entries I've put up on here.
All in all, living in the village has been a good thing. I generally bike between here and the Financial District for class, occasionally stopping in Soho to go to Uni Qlo or Casa Hubana, or to go to Chinatown for sauces or teas that make me miss China, or to go to the West Village to get a bacon sandwich a la England at La Bonbonnerie. But nothing much happens. Some days are great and some days make me miss Texas and some days make me miss Colorado and some days make me miss China. It seems like I'm always missing something.
Things are okay. New York, still. I moved to Manhattan last month and have felt better for it - living in Alphabet City, the vortex of the MTA, so I just ride my bike everywhere rather than bothering with the subway. Cheaper and more healthy, so eh.
Things are, generally, complicated. I'm wrapping up my grad student lifestyle, working at an art gallery/publishing house, and being as cheap as I can while still retaining what I can of my screw-it-let's-go-out attitude, which is hard because Manhattan is expensive. I do live in an area that lingers betwixt fancy and scary for tourists, so going out is still a possibility. But I'm buckling down and trying to focus on doing my thesis research. The thought of being done with grad school still terrifies me as much as life terrified me before grad school, so nothing much has changed. I really should have updated this every now and then.
I wrote a movie this summer, which is in edit-and-format mode, and should hopefully be in production by this spring. It is about mid-1970s south Texas, and is more or less awesome, I think, but we'll have to see how it turns out after we put it through the editing meat grinder. Right now it's around 160 pages long, which, according to my co-writer, is way too long. I'm a horrid self-editor, though, which can explain a lot of the entries I've put up on here.
All in all, living in the village has been a good thing. I generally bike between here and the Financial District for class, occasionally stopping in Soho to go to Uni Qlo or Casa Hubana, or to go to Chinatown for sauces or teas that make me miss China, or to go to the West Village to get a bacon sandwich a la England at La Bonbonnerie. But nothing much happens. Some days are great and some days make me miss Texas and some days make me miss Colorado and some days make me miss China. It seems like I'm always missing something.