Friday, November 21, 2008
The MTA should pull some $$ out of their asses.
Today, for no particular reason, I decided to grab a Metro when coming out of the train station near work (Metro = free newspaper). I didn't take a chance to look at, but when I did I came across something that got me very VERY angry:
104 bucks for a monthly metro card. It was 76 no more than a year ago, went up to 81 (not too bad) but 104?!
Damn... time to learn how to ride a bike.
104 bucks for a monthly metro card. It was 76 no more than a year ago, went up to 81 (not too bad) but 104?!
Damn... time to learn how to ride a bike.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Weekends are for lovers.
This week/end will be a liberating one; I'm finally going to move into my own apartment. For me, this is both an amazing accomplishment (yes I'm a bitch and I will laugh at all the unfortunate friends of mine still live at home) and a terrifying realization of reality; its time to grow up. I like being independent, freely leave and enter my home without questions up the wazoo, but I will never miss being babied, having dad cook dinner every night, not paying for bills etc etc.
This saturday will be a morning of gleefully dropping 400 bucks at everyone's favorite crap furniture store, Ikea in Red Hook Brooklyn. From there, the solemn drive back (with a little piece of my heart in my wallet) will end with four or five long and thin cardboard boxes filled with self assemble metal and wood pieces. I assume the assembly of my small room will be completed 3 hours after the first box is open.
So, this is my excitement. This is what I look forward to. Go me.
This saturday will be a morning of gleefully dropping 400 bucks at everyone's favorite crap furniture store, Ikea in Red Hook Brooklyn. From there, the solemn drive back (with a little piece of my heart in my wallet) will end with four or five long and thin cardboard boxes filled with self assemble metal and wood pieces. I assume the assembly of my small room will be completed 3 hours after the first box is open.
So, this is my excitement. This is what I look forward to. Go me.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Note to self: Make more money.
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Thursday, November 6, 2008
Hard working, broke, constantly tired--and somehow enjoying it.
For the past 2 months I have been a part of Nola Pictures. It takes up all my time and sucks all my energy. I don't get paid well (at all) but have still managed to pay the deposit on my new apartment in Williamsburg Brooklyn. For those of you who don't know, I've been at my dad's place (in the same area) for the past month or so. Sleeping on a hard futon mattress has caused my back to ache and some restless evenings. BUT my how life speeds up when you put all your time and effort into it. I found (or rather WAS found) by two sweet girls. The three of us found the "perfect" place right off of the Bedford stop in Brooklyn.
It is our perfect 5 room RR apartment in the sky. We also have one of the best landlords. Here is why: "Hey Bill, here is the envelope with all of our money, do you want to double check it?" "No, I trust you girls."
I'll post images soon.
After the keys were dispersed, we scurried to our new home for the next 12 months. Such character the place has. We celebrated with a bottle of champaign that was graciously bought by Margaret's boyfriend, Timothy and talked about how we needed to swiffer the floors, paint the walls and play Cranium.
Amongst that night, other conversation was verbalized and I came to the realization of two things (1) I need to work on my argument skills! and (2) I really have no clue what I want to do with myself.
I have a job at a production company, went to a liberal art school, learned about film/video production, and discovered a passion for the arts. As much as college was a learning experience, it didn't prepare me for anything. Bard is a bubble where the real world doesn't apply. For four years, its wonderful, but then you leave and it has taught you very little. I've also realized that it doesn't matter how much fancy equipment you have or how many expensive computer programs, but your skill is what matters. If you were given a tool box and some wood, would you make a shelf or just boast about the large quantity of shiny tools you owned?
That reminds me of a conversation I had with Georgia about one of her friends. He blocks out times of his day and forces himself to do art, no matter how tired he is. Its a sad concept to have to force yourslelf to do something you love. But in reality, if you don't force yourself to work on a skill, you lose everything you've learned. I'm afraid if I were to step foot in a figure drawing class, my work would be comparable to a 10 year old (which in our modern society isn't always a bad thing). When you haven't worked on something for such a long time its scary to think you might fail at something you once succeeded at. But its having that vulnerability and the courage to deal with that that makes you stronger at your skill.
And I've learned this and though about it all within the span of 10 minutes. These thoughts are nothing new to me. I've thought of them and re thought them over and over again. Its about time I stop thinking about them and start to practice my creativity again.
Lets see what happens.
Jenn
It is our perfect 5 room RR apartment in the sky. We also have one of the best landlords. Here is why: "Hey Bill, here is the envelope with all of our money, do you want to double check it?" "No, I trust you girls."
I'll post images soon.
After the keys were dispersed, we scurried to our new home for the next 12 months. Such character the place has. We celebrated with a bottle of champaign that was graciously bought by Margaret's boyfriend, Timothy and talked about how we needed to swiffer the floors, paint the walls and play Cranium.
Amongst that night, other conversation was verbalized and I came to the realization of two things (1) I need to work on my argument skills! and (2) I really have no clue what I want to do with myself.
I have a job at a production company, went to a liberal art school, learned about film/video production, and discovered a passion for the arts. As much as college was a learning experience, it didn't prepare me for anything. Bard is a bubble where the real world doesn't apply. For four years, its wonderful, but then you leave and it has taught you very little. I've also realized that it doesn't matter how much fancy equipment you have or how many expensive computer programs, but your skill is what matters. If you were given a tool box and some wood, would you make a shelf or just boast about the large quantity of shiny tools you owned?
That reminds me of a conversation I had with Georgia about one of her friends. He blocks out times of his day and forces himself to do art, no matter how tired he is. Its a sad concept to have to force yourslelf to do something you love. But in reality, if you don't force yourself to work on a skill, you lose everything you've learned. I'm afraid if I were to step foot in a figure drawing class, my work would be comparable to a 10 year old (which in our modern society isn't always a bad thing). When you haven't worked on something for such a long time its scary to think you might fail at something you once succeeded at. But its having that vulnerability and the courage to deal with that that makes you stronger at your skill.
And I've learned this and though about it all within the span of 10 minutes. These thoughts are nothing new to me. I've thought of them and re thought them over and over again. Its about time I stop thinking about them and start to practice my creativity again.
Lets see what happens.
Jenn
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