a state of flux

I gave notice at work on Monday.

I've been threatening to do that for years. I've really been happy at my job, but over the course of this last year or so I actually wondered "Is this it? Is this all of my life?". I thought that only happened in the movies. I've been unhappy with my life lately, and finally grew a pair and sought out change.

The people I work with are fantastic. I will miss them all. I consider them great friends. We have been through a lot together, and are nothing short of a family. I've had a great support system since I've worked there, and am sadder to leave it than they will know. I'm leaving though, to move back to my real family, and there is no substitute for that. I've lived 800 miles away from them for 8 years now and when a family is as tightly knit as we are, it takes a toll.

I've got a new job that I think will open doors for me, artistically, personally, and financially, and am more excited about it every day. It's an opportunity to polish up rusty skill sets and get back to being more of a multi-function theater artist, which I've missed since I left school. I've really enjoyed having a specific discipline and appreciated the chance to concentrate solely on those skills, which have grown since my arrival. I miss the level of competency I used to enjoy in lighting, sound, and carpentry and am ready to wake up those sleepy skills again. I've always assumed I would eventually turn to academia as a career path and this new job will give me a chance to discover whether that is the appropriate choice for me. In addition, speaking strictly in the most business-like sense, it's also twice the $$ and a host of excellent benefits, including health, dental, and retirement - all things i have to start being responsible about.

Since moving to Illinois in general I have made great friends, some of whom know me better than I know myself sometimes. I will, of course, count them as among my closest for many years to come. Of course, I also plan to visit, so don't think you've gotten off scot-free (and you know who you are). Old friends have recently moved closer and I am sad to leave so soon after finally being close enough to visit.

This opportunity could not have come at a better time though, and is so bizarrely perfect in so many ways I could not dream of passing it up. As I look back I am sad to go, but as I look forward I can't help but be excited beyond description.

So, as my mom says, I'm in a state of flux. I hate flux, as many of you know, but this flux is both necessary and welcome. Flux away, I say!

Overheard in New York

Overheard in New York

Woman on cell: It's really gay outside right now.

--Bowery & 4th

the thing

see, here it is:

i have too much shit.
i try to get rid of it, herd it, contain it.... it's an uphill battle that i have clearly lost.
a lot of it is worthless, sentimental, broken, too-small shit. and yet, it remains...

i won't lose that 15 lbs that would make it fit again
i don't forsee any event/occasion in the next year for which i might need that sort of shoe/dress/handbag
i haven't read it since i bought it a year ago
i haven't unpacked it since i moved here
i haven't eaten it since i bought on a whim during an ill-advised trip to the grocery store while hungry

why do i hang on to this shit? what gene am i missing that controls the throwaway impluse?

the thing is: i have too much shit. that's the thing.

Overheard in New York

Overheard in New York: "Guy: I think this museum was designed by Frank Lloyd Webber.
Woman: The playwright?
Guy: This is not art. I'm asking for my money back.
--Guggenheim Museum"


i love frank lloyd webber... his little house on the prairie is my favorite!!

it's small, but it's not that small...

It's in the Alternate Universe Confederacy
Midwood girl #1: Hey, where is Maryland anyway?
Midwood girl #2: It's in D.C. somewhere.
Midwood girl #1: Oh, right.

--Flatbush bagel shop


Overheard in New York

PostSecret

my brother-in-law had this link in a post on his blog - it's wild

PostSecret

newness

take a gander over at the linktitude and blog-o-rama sections... there's tempting new treats just for you.

this guy is pretty funny, these three so far anyhow...

song on the radio right now: "don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me"

you know it's true, don't deny it.

stars in my eyes

what a cool site! you can download hubble images for free to blow up as prints for your home!

HubbleSite

y'all wanna coke?

take this quiz.

i scored: "61% (Dixie). A definitive Southern score!"

that amuses me.

somehow.

on the move

this weekend i'm hitching a ride, with my friend betsy, home for the weekend! i was home last at christmas and that seems so long long ago, in a galaxy far far away. also, it's been some time since i've been on a bona-fide road trip so i'm excited on several levels.

currently, i'm reading a biography of howard hughes and listening, most recently, to folk implosion and whfs online.

work is the same.

spring is coming.

the end.

'Tis Herself!

in honor of st. patrick's day, i've posted a few photos i snapped in the auld country during my semester abroad in '96. enjoy!

irish coastline

quaint cottage by the seaside

on the left is the house i lived in for four months

doolin in the springtime

nonchalance

i came out to my dad. he says to each his own, fine with him, just wants to see me happy and with someone. then we had a laugh about it.

sometimes the non-drama is freakier than the drama.

bullet dodging

is a skill that i wish i had. sometimes, it would be nice to be able to instantly maneuver out of a sticky situation without fumbling words or awkward silences.
motherfucker.

more to follow, i promise.

updatum minimus

show opened, is going well. everyone is happy with the end result despite the 27 layers of hell we went through to get the stupid thing up.

mardi gras was a smash hit, almost the whole front page of the weekend section of the paper was a spread on it, replete with photographic evidence.

currently cleaning my apt. in anticipation of a visit from my daddy, who's not been out here since i moved in, almost four years ago.

must go now - microwave pizza awaits, followed by drinks at the gaybar.

money well spent

this weekend i spent the best $50 ever.

i bought:
1. fleece lined carpenter jeans
2. the first season of buffy on dvd
3. a moist/dry heating pad after throwing my back out

indeed, money well spent.

Jesus and Your TV

yesterday, i saw a bumpersticker that read 'if jesus came to your house, would you still watch the same tv shows?'. oh, the willies it gave me.

i haven't set anything on fire since my last ham and swiss, but i did manage to drop my keys down the elevator shaft in my apt. building. luckily it only took about 45 minutes to retrieve them, from the time i called my super 'til the time my landlord came to the rescue. this marks the second time i've dropped something down the elevator shaft - last year i dropped my glasses down the frieght elevator at work. they were saved by the case, which now has a gnarly tweak to it and won't shut all the way.

on sunday, for chores, it's sposed to be 6 degrees.
god bless long underwear.