Recovery
I had a rough week last week. I guess some people's standard's of rough are different. But I felt like I got knocked down and then again before I could get up and then again before I could even think about getting up. I am so glad I escaped. I feel like that was the healthiest thing I could do and perhaps the first time I did something so healthy. I feel rejuvenated. Last week is still ringing in my ears when I stop to listen, but it is a dull ring that fades when I want to settle into something else.
I went to Ohio for the Allied Media Conference. It was really great. The conference is a get together of all sorts of indy media makers. There were lots of Indymedia people, Clamor magazine, Bitch magazine, Radical Reference, public and pirate radio people, zinesters, street artists, etc. I ran into more old friends than I anticipated. I got to know some new ones. I feel like it was mostly a networking event for me. I have a photo project to work on. I feel motivated to do street art and break out of my box a little. And there was bowling. About 300 punky, geeky people crammed into the blowing alley and had a fucking good time. I apparently have great form, but I couldn't do better than a 78.
I quit my job last week. They still want me around. I will give it two weeks and see what my schedule is doing. I want to be productive with my free time, but that is only a hope. I need to get a fucking web page together. And I need to get the name thing straightened out. Publishing under one name and going by another is probably not going to work.
I love conferences. I love community. I love feeling like I can do something well.
I went to Ohio for the Allied Media Conference. It was really great. The conference is a get together of all sorts of indy media makers. There were lots of Indymedia people, Clamor magazine, Bitch magazine, Radical Reference, public and pirate radio people, zinesters, street artists, etc. I ran into more old friends than I anticipated. I got to know some new ones. I feel like it was mostly a networking event for me. I have a photo project to work on. I feel motivated to do street art and break out of my box a little. And there was bowling. About 300 punky, geeky people crammed into the blowing alley and had a fucking good time. I apparently have great form, but I couldn't do better than a 78.
I quit my job last week. They still want me around. I will give it two weeks and see what my schedule is doing. I want to be productive with my free time, but that is only a hope. I need to get a fucking web page together. And I need to get the name thing straightened out. Publishing under one name and going by another is probably not going to work.
I love conferences. I love community. I love feeling like I can do something well.