Back at it
It never fails to amaze me how some people seem to act as lightening rods for crap, and some of us seem to miss out on it all. Nothing specific happened to illustrate the fact - but thinking about it gives me continued amazement. get it where you can, I say.
It was a Tuesday like every other. Early start to the day with the dreaded alarm waking me from a mildly erotic dream at 05:30. A quick - and somewhat unremarkable - splash to begin the day. Ironing the day's clothing choices, dressing in the same one-foot-at-a-time way I have these past 38 years - well, except maybe for those years when I was dressed by a caring adult. Into the car and along the semi-silent streets of a still slumbering Los Angeles.
Skirting the city - from east to west - and west to east (Hollywood, that is).
I like my desk. Very much. The assortment of photos - the majority are of Dean I am pleased to say, the phone lists and stacks of papers in the black Office Depot Hospital issue stackable trays, the computer screen hovering to the right, and the beige (what an insipid colour) file cabinet to my left. It's a nice little place to spend the day. A large cork board - supposedly for important work-related documents - looks more like a quick history of me.
Postcards from a visit to the Georgia O'Keefe museum in Santa Fe, prayer cards with the smiling Rebbe from Habad, a postcard of the New Zealand flag from the UN, and an assortment of photos - one in particular I adore.
A bare breasted Maori woman - cast on bronze - from some statue near Te Papa down on the waterfront - right near Downstage Theatre. Kupe - the ancient mariner stands next to her (or rather she leans against him) as he looks out to sea, peering through the centuries to find the cloud hidden land - Aotearoa. New Zealand.
The board makes the day bearable. There is so much that goes on around me that I wish I could escape - but I am bound there by some strange force - need.
Needing to work - not just for the money - but also the actual need to do the action of work. I sometimes wish I could just be one of the lucky few who do not work at all - and live their life without the constraints it brings - but I think I would get horribly bored with my own company. Horribly.
It was a Tuesday like every other. Early start to the day with the dreaded alarm waking me from a mildly erotic dream at 05:30. A quick - and somewhat unremarkable - splash to begin the day. Ironing the day's clothing choices, dressing in the same one-foot-at-a-time way I have these past 38 years - well, except maybe for those years when I was dressed by a caring adult. Into the car and along the semi-silent streets of a still slumbering Los Angeles.
Skirting the city - from east to west - and west to east (Hollywood, that is).
I like my desk. Very much. The assortment of photos - the majority are of Dean I am pleased to say, the phone lists and stacks of papers in the black Office Depot Hospital issue stackable trays, the computer screen hovering to the right, and the beige (what an insipid colour) file cabinet to my left. It's a nice little place to spend the day. A large cork board - supposedly for important work-related documents - looks more like a quick history of me.
Postcards from a visit to the Georgia O'Keefe museum in Santa Fe, prayer cards with the smiling Rebbe from Habad, a postcard of the New Zealand flag from the UN, and an assortment of photos - one in particular I adore.
A bare breasted Maori woman - cast on bronze - from some statue near Te Papa down on the waterfront - right near Downstage Theatre. Kupe - the ancient mariner stands next to her (or rather she leans against him) as he looks out to sea, peering through the centuries to find the cloud hidden land - Aotearoa. New Zealand.
The board makes the day bearable. There is so much that goes on around me that I wish I could escape - but I am bound there by some strange force - need.
Needing to work - not just for the money - but also the actual need to do the action of work. I sometimes wish I could just be one of the lucky few who do not work at all - and live their life without the constraints it brings - but I think I would get horribly bored with my own company. Horribly.
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