entered maureen's office, greeted by two more supervisors, and they offered me the job.

so i am full time at the writers guild. which means, i am double-employed.

and the double income would allow me to:

[ ] have health insurance. now i can rough house as much as i want. that skateboard i tucked in the corner of my back room is now coming out. (last time i rode it, i fell on my side and hurt my wrist. i had no insurance so i had to risk healing an broken wrist.) and i can finally get a full physical since i am training!

[ ] continue shopping for a car. although i am not too crazy on payments. but i should be okay. i paid a credit card off and i am debtless.

[ ] fix my damn driveway!!!! though mitzi's idea of us doing it ourselves sounds fun, i was a disbeliever. she claims to have paved a driveway when she was living in Italy, but when i asked her what her plan was, she says "come on!!! how hard is it for us to do it ourselves.) ((( insert one raised eyebrow face here )))

[ ] paint my house. ok, so this i can do myself.

[ ] take more art and design classes. although working at the guild is not so sexy, updating my skills will help me out later on down the line.

[ ] tell my parents not to worry about me anymore. my folks love me but they don't understand why i chose to be an artist and not a nurse. they don't understand why don't like keeping a steady job and they don't recognize my working at home is a full time job. now they can see that i am going to be doing both.

[ ] free movie screenings and industry dinners

but here some things i am not looking forward to:

[-] commitment!!!! fuck man, that means i gotta be some place, at a certain time, for a certain period of time. yea yea, but try working your own schedule and being mobile for a bit. that shit was fun

[-] no more last minute trips

[-] not working for my current boss. shit, he's cool!

[-] disappearing off the face of the earth. with working here, and working at home, and trying to produce and curate shows means "no more casual nights out" for alfie

but i am not complaining. i got certain things to achieve and now i have less worries. just means i have to adjust and as a virgo, i can adapt to any given situation..

eargasm: carmen rizzo : the lost art of the idle moment

eyegasm: the embracing cloudy LA day

sippin': on a cup of coffee made by an officemate

feelin': senses are dull

made it back home yesterday around noon. thank you to vanessa who sponsored the taking to LAX/picking me up from LAX/lending her digital camera segment of the trip.

after a yummy brunch/lunch at nick's coffee shop on pico, i came home and crashed the fuck out. at that point, i had not slept in more than 48 hours and when i saw my bed, i crawled in my bed and slept for a eight or so hours.

when i woke up, we had cable.

cable

cable, as in we have more than two hundred channels.

and a working remote

sweet lord jesus.

i didnt know what to do with myself so i had it stay on VH1 and watched videos.



so no recap on nyc until i get my pictures from bunny. but it is great to be home.

but anytime you walk away from your current perspective in life, go somewhere else for a week, then come back, you can't help but see it as a brand new slate.

so with that...

i promise to:
[+] focus more and more on my personal work
[+] ride on this wave of inspiration
[+] love hard and freely with no fear
[+] keep up with my fitness log
[+] spend more time with my family
[+] keep it focused on what matters
[+] cook more and stop eating out so much
[+] remind Self that passion is not overrated
[+] saving money because saving money is sexier than spending it
[+] sign up for boxing class
[+] buy my damn bike already
[+] learn to say "yes" more
[+] learn to say "no"


ok, so, maybe now i should start working. no boss today. just me and my sister. now you understand how hard it is to focus today? hahahahha!


Yoshitomo Nara
Light My Fire
Wood, acrylic, cotton, 2001
188 x 73 centimeters

location: silk road cafe : chinatown : NYC
time: evening : minutes run to each other when jetlagged and running free
companion: mint tea and postcards that need to be sent out
feeling: home away from home

we have been reduced
to the size of
half-inch paper cranes

each second resides
on a petal ofa a cherry blossom

each giggle resonates
in the lines of golden swirls

all cursive letters
from dancing fingertips
now live in the folds of the body
holding each crease
in place
which replaced
our own hold of the folds

we have been reduced
to the size of half inch paper cranes
which he has placed in a shoe box
tucked in the corner of a closet
where they fly freely
in the dark...


a. ebojo 2006