Stuck?

I feel so unproductive lately. Though I don't really miss college, I miss the fact that my classes forced me to be creative and produce things. I keep telling myself that I should really paint or sketch or something but I usually never do. I feel like I'm getting so far away from what I went to school for and it's starting to freak me out. It's so easy to keep going with what I'm doing and not work towards doing what I want. I guess I'm just being lazy.

On a less whiney note I'm getting really excited to go back to CT. When I think about how it's been a year since I was last there it seems so weird. It better snow when I'm home.

damn it

Also why is it that my header looks different on every computer...stupid computers.

seattle...a real post

This Thanksgiving I went to visit my lovely friends Jill and Rachel in Seattle. The highlights of the trip were; Two Thanksgiving dinners, pins made out of felt in the shape of CT, experiencing cold without being too cold, tours of Seattle given by Jill Labieniec, sleeping in the bed of two sexy ladies, and of course Mountains covered in snow.

As imagined Seattle is really nice and filled with good coffee. I miss being in a city where walking is possible and necessary. Seattle is definitely a place I could see myself living at some point. It has the city vibe but seems to be much more laid back then East Coast cities. Visiting other places inevitable leads me to compare them to LA and that makes me think about whether I like LA or not. The answer is never simple. Though I will leave my LA evaluation for another post. I do feel that I am not ready to move to another city; be it that the thought of everything involved in moving to another place makes me want to vomit or maybe I feel that I need to give LA more time. I'm not a quitter damn it. If the job thing would just come together I would be loving LA, well maybe.

Seattle

I spent Thanksgiving in Seattle with Jill and Rachel; I wanted to put some pictures on here while I was at home. Details of the visit to come...

Coffee with Batman

I've been working in Hollywood for almost 6 months now (damn, I need a new job) and everyday I'm more convinced that the world has gone fucking crazy. Or rather that the world is making itself seem crazy for entertainment sake. And it's not just the 45 year old semi-homeless guy who gets into his superman costume in the ally by my building that makes me feel this way. It's the whole atmosphere of what people apparently see as entertainment. I like crazy; I like the inherent craziness that any city has. But when it comes to crazy I value sincerity above all else. But when people come to Hollywood they come for a manufactured synthetic sense of crazy. I'm not a tourist, but I think it is safe to say that what draws people to this area in Hollywood is the weirdness (whatever kind of weirdness you like, there is something for everyone). Seeing a guy in a loin cloth handle fake pythons makes people happy here. I have done no official research on the topic, but I would say that the entertainment factor of crazy rises exponentially the further it is from somewhere you would call home. In other words, people would not like python guy hanging out in their living room.

This is making me sound like I don't like fun (which I do) and yes I realize that Hollywood and Highland is one big tourist explosion, but there is something really depressing about seeing it everyday; like walking backstage at a carnival (or just going to the carnival everyday). Also I get bored at work and over analyzing things has become my new past time.

So I saw this article today online. I actually read the study that went along with it too and I just don't know what to think about it. I guess it's interesting, but I can't help thinking it's crap (and kind of pointless). I guess I'm not much of a feminist.

People I know have discovered that I have started a blog and are inquiring about it so I feel compelled to make this available to the general public (aka the 2 people i know who will actually read this).

Whenever I start to write something on here I feel a lot of pressure to make it interesting. Which I think is what made me stop keeping a blog in the past. I know more then anyone else that my life is not very interesting, but then again neither is yours (probably).

I'm not sure what compels people to tell others the crap that happens to them in any given day but whatever it is, it is motivating me to write this. So this morning when I was taking the subway to work (yeah that's right I take the subway in LA, I am avant guard) I took a seat in the pretty much empty train. Then a few minutes before the train is about to leave the station a guy comes and sits in the seat near me. In the first few seconds (before my body realized what was happening) he seemed normal, he was fairly well dressed and LOOKED clean. Before I go on, let me just say that I've lived in Boston, I've worked at Starbucks; I have smelt the homeless. But this guy was the worst combo of pee and b.o. EVER. I literally spent the next 8 minutes (that's how long it takes me to get to work) trying to breathe as little as possible without passing out.