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My parents are in town - everybody showering, getting ready for the day. Chinatown, B&H(the amazing camera store), pinkberry at some point, the empire state building at nigh (haven't been since I was in 8th grade). So good to have them here, but I do miss home. A lot. But walking around the city yesterday, realized how in love with New York I am/can be.
The old magic of the city is back in me. We went to the Rockaways yesterday, which was incredible. I continue to be amazed at everything the city has. We stayed at a hotel in sheepshead bay the night before, it feels like a sleepy resort town, but yet it's right next to coney island. I discovered it on my big labor day bike adventure.
You couldn't pay me to have a car in the city, but we've been driving around. The stress of it made me ill by the end of the day. We headed over to the Dumbo art under the bridge fest, the second year in a row that I wondered why I didn't have any work in it? This year, because I was in KY during the application process, wasn't aware of it. Next year is my year with dumbo. I want to get in that video exhibition and I want to do a project glow installation. Saw some very interesting stuff, I think tonight will be the big night of the festival. I always get so many good ideas for video installation techniques on the rare occasion that I come across a video show.
We got a hotel room in Manhattan in Koreatown for the rest of the weekend, such a deal we got it for. Drunk Korean kids holding each other up, every business on the street is a Korean BBQ restaurant with karaoke. If I ever want to meet a Korean guy, I know where to go now.
Backtracking a bit - I turned in my grant application on Thursday to the brooklyn arts council. I've devoted my life to this application for the last two weeks. In the end, I decided to apply to the DCA grant for 4,000, rather than the rather exclusive IND-TIER grant. I did some research and found several more grants to appy for. Guess I'll be writing grants from here til December, so I really don't have to think about the fact that I won't get funding til 2008, all my free time will be spent chasing funding til the new year.
Work has been better. We had a major deadline this week - midnight work days. 14 hours. I continue to cultivate crushes on a few designers at work. Nothing ever happens there, though. We trade music, stories, share tea, share art, go out, and get drunk, dance a little inappropriately at times, but in the end, nothing happens. I develop a complex - is it because I'm only a receptionist? I'm still not sure what I'll do around october 11th when my trial period ends. If they keep me, then I'll have to make a decision. Job searcing in nyc is so tough. I've done it so much, though, I'm an old hand at it. That still doesn't mean I want to do it again. There are also other options I need to consider - the Fabrica Project in Italy, for example. Everet asked me what my dream job was when I was lamenting over work. Do that, he says. And the thing is that I am in the place where I can put my foot in the doors I want to open, rather than just being employed. I often wonder if I should have gone to another country and taught English after graduation, though. I have a constant awareness of how many options are open to me, this is an amazing point of life that I'm in.
My house gets worse and worse. I don't know how much longer I can last there. I plan to start seriously looking for another place in the new year, but I should really move out in November. I just don't have the energy, or the headspace to really look now. So much drama if I moved out. And there are so many pros and cons, each weigh so heavily against each other, it's tough to tell which side pulls the scale down in its favor. Any normal, logical human being would have moved out this month though. Particularly with new developments. The hippie guy finally moved out, he only paid us one week's rent and made us feel like bad people for not allowing him to continue to freeload off of us and sleep in our common space. Um, no. Now we don't even want to invite him over to hang out, we're afraid he'll move back in again. He had such bad energy about him, such a bad presence in the house.
One of my designer crushes sent me the new Beirut album, I was kind of eh on them, but this new album is fabulous. Such a good one for riding a bike over the bridge, such a good one for riding the train to, everything. I look forward to going to the caribou show this friday, need to buy tickets.
time to get ready for the day, bye!
The old magic of the city is back in me. We went to the Rockaways yesterday, which was incredible. I continue to be amazed at everything the city has. We stayed at a hotel in sheepshead bay the night before, it feels like a sleepy resort town, but yet it's right next to coney island. I discovered it on my big labor day bike adventure.
You couldn't pay me to have a car in the city, but we've been driving around. The stress of it made me ill by the end of the day. We headed over to the Dumbo art under the bridge fest, the second year in a row that I wondered why I didn't have any work in it? This year, because I was in KY during the application process, wasn't aware of it. Next year is my year with dumbo. I want to get in that video exhibition and I want to do a project glow installation. Saw some very interesting stuff, I think tonight will be the big night of the festival. I always get so many good ideas for video installation techniques on the rare occasion that I come across a video show.
We got a hotel room in Manhattan in Koreatown for the rest of the weekend, such a deal we got it for. Drunk Korean kids holding each other up, every business on the street is a Korean BBQ restaurant with karaoke. If I ever want to meet a Korean guy, I know where to go now.
Backtracking a bit - I turned in my grant application on Thursday to the brooklyn arts council. I've devoted my life to this application for the last two weeks. In the end, I decided to apply to the DCA grant for 4,000, rather than the rather exclusive IND-TIER grant. I did some research and found several more grants to appy for. Guess I'll be writing grants from here til December, so I really don't have to think about the fact that I won't get funding til 2008, all my free time will be spent chasing funding til the new year.
Work has been better. We had a major deadline this week - midnight work days. 14 hours. I continue to cultivate crushes on a few designers at work. Nothing ever happens there, though. We trade music, stories, share tea, share art, go out, and get drunk, dance a little inappropriately at times, but in the end, nothing happens. I develop a complex - is it because I'm only a receptionist? I'm still not sure what I'll do around october 11th when my trial period ends. If they keep me, then I'll have to make a decision. Job searcing in nyc is so tough. I've done it so much, though, I'm an old hand at it. That still doesn't mean I want to do it again. There are also other options I need to consider - the Fabrica Project in Italy, for example. Everet asked me what my dream job was when I was lamenting over work. Do that, he says. And the thing is that I am in the place where I can put my foot in the doors I want to open, rather than just being employed. I often wonder if I should have gone to another country and taught English after graduation, though. I have a constant awareness of how many options are open to me, this is an amazing point of life that I'm in.
My house gets worse and worse. I don't know how much longer I can last there. I plan to start seriously looking for another place in the new year, but I should really move out in November. I just don't have the energy, or the headspace to really look now. So much drama if I moved out. And there are so many pros and cons, each weigh so heavily against each other, it's tough to tell which side pulls the scale down in its favor. Any normal, logical human being would have moved out this month though. Particularly with new developments. The hippie guy finally moved out, he only paid us one week's rent and made us feel like bad people for not allowing him to continue to freeload off of us and sleep in our common space. Um, no. Now we don't even want to invite him over to hang out, we're afraid he'll move back in again. He had such bad energy about him, such a bad presence in the house.
One of my designer crushes sent me the new Beirut album, I was kind of eh on them, but this new album is fabulous. Such a good one for riding a bike over the bridge, such a good one for riding the train to, everything. I look forward to going to the caribou show this friday, need to buy tickets.
time to get ready for the day, bye!