I’ve been keeping it chill so far on my couple of days back. Sitting around, playing with the cats, catching up on the Blind Date-EXtreme Dating-5th Wheel-Elimidate dating show extravaganza!, doing a phone interview for a job I may get.
The job thing’s been the strangest part of the week. I got a call from the lady on Monday for a resume I sent out before school was even over (that being a good month and a half ago). I called her back and she did the phone interview right then. Eek! I think I was charming and thoughtful and intelligent enough to make a good impression though and I’m kinda hopeful that I get it — even though it’s nothing like what I’ve been prepping myself for as I’ve let my mind wander in the last month. I got it in my head that I want to be some sort of publishing/media diva — well, okay, lackey — climbing my way up the ladder and getting the heads up on books/events/whatever. I think my editrix position warped my mind. A month or two ago, I was all about working a non-profit!, doing something progressive!, research!, implementation of social theories! when I applied for that job. I’m kinda stuck trying to make the shift right now. Is it wrong of me to want a job where I can be a media diva for a progressive non-profit? That exists, right?
I’ve also been thinking that my blog is kinda shallow. I mean, all I talk about is boys, music, drinking, sex, myself and parties. That’s not all I think about, man. Only when I’m chained to a computer in the middle of the night procrastinating. At home, I’ve been contemplating that the move to the center by the left has really undermined the progressive political gains of much of the past 50 or so years; the decline of courtesy and manners amongst people; the many layers of the excellence of NYC’s 24-7 transit system; black feminist thought: theory vs. praxis; and how 10 or so pounds can totally change your body. Oops, to the last one. Fuck it. It’s my blog. I can be as shallow as I want. I always reserve the right to be flighty.
My highlight of the week will be going to Shelter tonight for the Little Louie Vega and Robert Owens show? Who the hell are they, you ask? Vega and Owens. I love Robert Owens. I’m definitely a come lately, not having been up on that until Photek’s Mine To Give, but I’m a massive fan. I’m so much of a fan, I’m blowing money I should be hoarding to go to the show. Ah well. I’ve rested up all week for it. I hear Shelter is like house paradise and I’m all about that. A huge collection of Wes kids are coming/in town this weekend, so it should be downright apeshit. Happy 4th! I plan to be stuffed and happy through all of it.