hello.
#1: the smaller the town you live in, the better of a cook you are.
#2: good books are over much too soon and bad ones last longer than a golden girls marathon.
#3: the more television you watch, the more insecure you become.
just when you think stability is in the horizon, a giant brainy smurf comes and shakes your foundation. many things have been going down in loverly lorain. i’ve been at my part-time job being a telemetry specialist for over a month now…and i’m still not used to working nights. it is as hard as everyone says about going to work when it’s dark and going home when the sun’s rising. also, i’ve never worked with so many women before…nurses, nurses everywhere. the more i’m in that estrogen-saturated environment, the more i miss my years working at the factory making tools with the guys.
i’m moving to pittsburgh in february. just when i thought i had to leave the cleveland area to find more promise working at a glassblowing studio, a studio finally called back a couple days ago that’s only two blocks from allan’s house. …then, last week, i ran into my old glassblowing bench partner from the cleveland institute of art and she wants me to help her out during her bench time [nicole said i was the best assistant she’s ever had… wheee.]…which is friday nights from 7pm-midnight… that’s three more hours than they usually are. if i would have rented out a studio space in a hot shop, it would have cost hundreds of dollars for 5 hours, and she thinks i’m doing her a favor.
as for living in pittsburgh… it’s time for me to fly the coop. i’ve been living at home for a year again. it’s quite trying to come back home and live under your mother’s rules and quirks and obsessions when you’ve been on your own [well, relatively] for a few years. if she complains one more time about what i’ve been making on the stove to get that olive oil splattered all over the place, i’m going to burst into a million tiny pieces… just like the oil. anyway, i’ll be moving into a newfound friend’s house. jessica lives in little italy in bloomfield [a little district near downtown pittsburgh] and soon i will, too. it’s a beautifully plain three story narrow but deep home that comes fully furnished and with two kitties and a david. i’m scared and excited. …just as always.
at 4am last night, i finished one of the most beautiful books i’ve ever read—the dharma bums by jack kerouac. ray and japhy, the two main characters are identical to nathan and dave from pittsburgh, identical… the hiking, the over-indulgence, the bhuddism, the minimal living, the odd-jobs, the hitchhiking, the friction, the laziness, the love and the wonder. i just hope that those two guys end up at peace with each other as ray and japhy did. at the end of the book, i wept, not that there was a tragedy or birth or death, it’s just that i’ve never read a novel so parallel to my life, so eerily coincidental. ...i’ve also never been so upset for a book to end, but i suppose it isn’t so bad since i’ve my very own dharma bums i love--dave and nathan.
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