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August 21st, 2008
merlynspen
 | 11:04 pm
Rent and SalonCon happen in the same paycheck, which is lame, but was theoretically doable. My financial saving grace is the fact that it looks like we're getting our uarterly bonus that check as well, we're on track for one. Around $300, from the look of things? Hopefully. That would take pretty much all financial things out of the realm of worrying, at least until student loans come due. I could use a hundred or so of it for Salon Con, just put the other $200 toward bills, have half my check for rent, and the other half to live on for two weeks, with some in savings. It'd be spectacular. So, here's hoping for a Walmart bonus.
I did just get paid today, and with any luck some of that can be set aside for rent so it will be less of a blow to take it all from one check, but there's a lot of expenses lately. Additionally, Robbie's birthday is this weekend, and my real present for him won't have arrived yet, so I'm just going to get him like a $20 giftcard to PacSun or something.
And the kids and I settled on - and purchased - a gift for mom's impending anniversary. Opal and pearl ring (her and dad's birthstones) that was a little more than I originally aimed to pay, but looks like it should be stunning. If it is, I don't really care about it being a little pricier, it'll be worth it. The kids each are chipping in $50, and we're going to go out for dinner or something that night as well.
The ring:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MEWNX:IT&item=330110350581
We'll probably have to get it resized, but not much. Mom has really small fingers. An 8 was way too big for her when she was trying on rings for the heck of it in a store in Rockport. Hopefully she likes it. She loves opals, and I think it's different and uniue enough to be interesting to her while being classic enough for regular wear. That's how she likes her pieces. Interesting with hints of classic, but wearable.
As much as I have virtually no savings account right now and want to work on building that up, I was thinking today how as long as I can pay for what I need to pay, so what if I spend a little money here and there that I "shouldn't"? This mostly comes from noting how many instances over the last year or so I spent money for fun times and things relating to dad, and while I liked it at the time, now I'm really glad I did it, that I didn't put it off.
I was thinking about how on dad's birthday I didn't have all that much money, but I'd already gotten his gift when I did have money. I still wanted to get some good dinner stuff or something, so I splurged with money I could have put in savings and bought him a swordfish kebab from Whole Foods, and picked up several scallop wrapped in bacon skewers for everyone. They were a bit pricey, and totallly worth it. We cooked up some rice and veggies and had a delicious meal. And same thing for the 4th of July. Everyone was working except me and dad and I went to the house, but before I did, I stopped at the grocery store, just planning to pick up some cookies or something to bring, and I saw these shrimp cups I hadn't seen since I was little and dad used to love them, and they were a little expensive, and I saw a nice small cut of steak, and I remember just kind of hesitating, knowing I should probably save money, but also knowing that my bills were paid and I wasn't in *bad* shape.. and I was literally paused in the store, holding food and being indecisive, and then finally saying alright, just get the food, so what, it's just money, so I got those, and veggies, and star-spangled brownies, and we had dinner and watched National Treasure II. Or there were several times last year, I'd head out to dad's to watch the Patriots games, and almost always bring some pizza from Antonio's, or wings, or at least some Stella or Kronenbourg from SpiritHaus. I could have put the money toward more 'responsible' choices, but so what.
I'm not saying that I won't be trying to get my finances in better shape, or that I'm underestimating the importance of a savings account, or that I wouldn't like to have a good 6 months of living expenses in savings, but I'm just saying that I'm glad to note that I haven't gotten so wrapped up in money that I forget it's just money and there are a lot of more important things. Especially if I *can* still pay my bills, even if it's cutting it a bit close at this particular moment.
Anyways. I had to close tonight, and I have to open tomorrow, and I hate when they do that. I might change my availability to be only opening, or at least closing shifts only available immediately before a day off.
I've been toying with the idea of changing my availability anyway and trying to pick up a very part-time job. Either like a day and two nights a week, or something like that, just a little bit of extra cash. That, or I reallllly do need to find a better paying job. When student loans come due, this will just suck.
So, bed, I suppose, even though it feels like I JUST got home.
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sipho
 | 03:39 am - so here are some photos from norway
Sorry for the delay guys. I don't know why it took me so long this time...
But yeah these are some of the photos from when me and Sam went to my family's cabin in Norway in the beginning of this month.
There's my 75 year old grandmother, my (nearly) 50 year old mother and my 15 year old sister.
Now you know how old they are :P
( more photos )
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/Sipho/pokemon/sick.png) sick
Current Music: some chinese stuff
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kontractions
 | 08:17 pm - Welcome to Modernity, America.
Survey: Americans Feel Churches Shouldn't Meddle in Politics
The survey suggests that for the first time in more than a decade, there has been a shift away from the view that religious groups should influence social and political issues.
Fifty-two percent of poll respondents said churches should stay quiet, while 46 percent said churches should express political views.
The biggest shift has come among Republicans, one of the authors of the poll said.
"Overall, the number of people who say churches should not endorse political candidates is up slightly, but among Republicans it is up 11 points, and among white evangelical Republicans it is up 19 points," said Greg Smith, a research fellow at the Pew Forum on Religion & Public Life.
Entire Article...
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yoga
[faerie_spark]
| 06:33 pm - yoga props
HI All,
I have my mat, and my strap, but as I get more involved in my home practice I find I need some blocks. WE use them in class, and they help with some poses.
What kind of blocks should I get. I'm interested in buying something eco-friendly, which means either cork or bamboo (though if people have other suggestions, I'll entertain them). I'll be buying these online (not sure yet from where, so I wont' have a chance to see them before purchase.
Does anyone have any advice or suggestions?
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yoga
[sitt_hakim]
 | 12:59 pm
can anyone recommend poses for frozen shoulder? thanks.
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fisherman
 | 12:33 pm - OMG Shoes
The other day, I was walking down Mass. Ave. near Harvard Square and saw a large stuffed tiger in the window of a shoe shop.
I stopped in to ask the owner where he got it and said that I've been looking for a place that sells them. (I have been; I like tigers.) This man was one of those real, authentic *characters* that you meet sometimes.
The owner spoke in very thick and emphatic accent--probably Greek, possibly Italian or eastern European--but was obviously very fluent in English and understood how to use the language. While I was waiting for him to finish tending to his customer (and receiving $200 for the work), I saw pictures of him on the wall. In the pictures he was always standing in the shop, usually with smiles and shoes, some in black and white.
He said that he didn't know where it was purchased and launched into a brief history of the shop to explain. As best I could tell through his accent, the shop originally opened in 1908. In 1913, the building was subdivided into thirds and reduced the size of the shop to what it is today. In the 60s, Xerox moved in nearby or bought the building (not entirely sure which) and the rent skyrocketed, forcing the shop to move into the basement. When the building was remodeled recently, they managed to move back into the ground-level space.
When they moved back in, an old lady who had been a longtime customer stopped in with a congratulatory gift: the stuffed tiger. She said to the owner, in his words, "you are like the tiger. For years you had to live in the basement, and you fight and you fight, and now here you are." He hadn't seen the lady in years, but he said he still kept it in the window in case she came back someday. I thanked him for telling me the story and continued on my way.
Maybe I'll go back there someday to find out more about the shop's history.
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uberdionysus
 | 11:16 am - Escape the Police
I Escape the Police! (Sort of... More like I escape a ticket for being stupid.)Before the 88 Boadrums show, I was biking around the city with my friend Josh doing a dry run of the Treasure Hunt. We took the tram over to Roosevelt Island and then biked around, checking out possible clues and testing how long they would take to solve and ride to. We were running out of time, so we left the island. I zipped up the on-ramp that gets us to the Roosevelt Island bridge, turned around to say something to Josh, and he was gone - vanished - horror movie style. I looked and waited. And waited. Eventually, I went back down the ramp. I looked and waited and called. And nothing. My phone was dying; almost out of battery power. After about fifteen minutes of continuous calls, my phone died. I took out the battery and put it back in and got off a call before it died again. Repeat. After another few minutes, I jumped on my bike and headed back home. I was running late to the 88 Boadrums show. So I popped up on the sidewalk and started trying to call Josh again. I was against a massively long wall that borders some power facility. On the other side of the major thoroughfare was a series of projects. And I heard the familiar "WHOOP WHOOP." And then on a loudspeaker: "Get off of your bike." I had nowhere to run. No way I could cross the street and even if I did, I didn't know the projects - didn't know where to go. The cops pulled me over. I knew why. I was biking on the sidewalk. I lied and told them I didn't have any ID. I wasn't totally lying - I didn't have any legitimate ID - but I did have ID that showed my name so I didn't give them a fake. I gave them my first name, which is never used. After about ten minutes, they tell me they're looking for my records. Fuck. I figure I've got an outstanding warrant and I'm headed for "The Tombs" for the weekend. And my phone is out of power. After about fifteen minutes, another police van pulls up. I figure, "fuck it," and sit down to finish my book, Morvagine. I read a few pages, vaguely listening to police CB static. Then I hear a, "today is your lucky day." I look up and the cop nods at me as both cop cars speed away with lights and sirens blazing.
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yoga
[solitaryrose14]
 | 06:24 am - Readings
Hi All,
My grandfather, who I love very much, is dying. We think it's only going to be a few more hours, maybe another day. He has been my only father figure my whole life long and while I am going to miss him unbelievably, he is in a lot of pain and has accepted (as have I) that this is the end. I am happy for him that he will be at peace and can finally rest, as it's been a very aggressive cancer.
We're thinking ahead to funeral arrangements. It will be held at the same church where all of our loved ones who have died have had their services. My relatives are Italian Catholics, thus the service will be as such. I am an atheist (but of course have no problem with a Catholic service) who strongly follows the principles of yoga and eastern thought. His daughters, who are planning the funeral, are very accepting of this, and I have requested to do an eastern/yogic reading at his funeral, which they are more than willing to allow.
I would love to find a Buddhist/Hindu reading to read at his funeral. A story or a poem that is uplifting and positive about life and death and love. However, as much as I've looked, I can't seem to find ANYTHING that really clicks. I've found a lot of one-line sayings that are great, but so far, the only thing I've found that sounds appropriate for a funeral reading to me is "White Ashes" by Renyo, which I like, but I want other things to compare it to. With preparations, I can't sit down and read the entire Bhagavad Gita to find the perfect passage. So, I turn to my fellow yoginis for advice.
Do any of you have a favorite poem or passage from Buddhist/Hindu/Eastern Philosophy, whether it be a narrative or not, that you think would be appropriate for a funeral? I would love to hear your recommendations. My only recommendation is that it be positive (but given that it's yogic, of course it would be). I would GREATLY appreciate it.
Thanks so much for your help. Om Shanti.
Rachel
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/smileys/thoughtful.gif) contemplative
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a_tilted_bottle
 | 01:28 am - An analysis of the first stanza of written_insin's poem "Incision"
written_insin's first stanza of "Incision":
Writhed across the satin sheets of lore, scents coalesce the atmosphere
Of a chained and faceless storm
Locks of magenta wilt and whisper
A torture that was only tepid in anticipation
A soft incision, a cut through
The gentle flesh of the valleys requiring constant surveillance
Core of the hurricane, eye of the tempest
Spirals through a bloodletting reign
My analysis:
- "Satin sheets of lore" imply some sort of universal symbol of someone or something, perhaps mythological, cf. the old gods of lore or the book of lore.
- The participial phrase describing the subject of the sentence, sense, is writhed. Writhed, according to the OED, is a transitive verb which means to be twisted or coiled. In your poem, it is intransitive, though, and the intransitive verb for writhe means to flourish or sprout. I’ll treated as coiling, though, viz. writhing in pain.
- When you say “scents coalesce the atmosphere/Of a chained and faceless storm”, this reads that a smell is taking the atmosphere--i.e. air pressure, water vapor, cold front--and mixing it together, assumedly to give it a face. Perhaps the chaining is due to its lack of homogeneity; that is, it’s chained up because it’s not conforming to social norms, cf. Bakhtin, Four Essays. And this is why the storm has no face; he has been imprisoned and face hidden from society, cf. Dumas, The Vicomte of Bragelonne
- The scents, because they’re coiled around the sheets (which are mythological) gives the impression that they come from the sheets or from something which occurred on or in the sheets, such as sex or laundry. Either the smell of laundry or sex is coalescing (riling) a prisoner from the French Revolution-- I guess this is all happening in the Bastille. Oh! So what this sentence means is that sex inspires prison revolt! The storming of the Bastille was definitely based on sex and laundry, the feuding dialectic which centered itself in the heart of the French psyche of that time.
- On a more universal level, it’s about a battle between the Id and the Ego, using the French Revolution as an allegory.
- Atmosphere implies air-pressure, which when personified becomes blood-pressure, aiding further credence to the the claim that the sent is physiologically exciting the prisoners. Like an aphrodisiac, whose aromas produce lasciviousness, the sent is like an ares-desiac, the war scent, similar to the chemicals used to cause revelry in the Vietnam war (Ares, here, being paralleled with Aphrodite to accommodate the image of satin sheets and prison break. Love is war. See Sigmund Freud.)
- Vietnam, here, is also a war torn country, destroyed by the French-Indo-Chinese Revolution. This scent relates all back to France. Does this poem jest at the failure of the French Revolution through the evocation of the Vietnam War?
- While the locks here may seem to imply bundles, it would not actually make sense to have locks of an abstract color, ergo the lock this poem speaks of is a lock, i.e. lock and key. The magenta lock alludes back to the image strand of prison, a flamboyant prison. Or perhaps it alludes to psychedelia--a psychedelic French prison, such as the one Jean Genet’s dream prison in his homoerotic film Un Chant d’Amour. Is Jean Genet the man in the iron mask?
- The previous reference to homogeneity clearly applies to Jean Genet here, I feel, as he was imprisoned himself for opposing French culture.
- While the word tepid, meaning “lacking force”, is ironic for a prison, it here fits precisely because of Jean Genet’s sexual fetish with the phallic nature of ballistic weaponry.
- The locks are wilting due to the prisoner’s revolt being successful, and the torture whispers for this same reason, too. This is the same way torture whispers in everyday life outside of a prison, much like Michel Foucault’s analysis of power and gaze when analyzing the great Utilitarian Jeremy Bentham’s Panopticon in his work Discipline and Punish.
- While the line “A soft incision, a cut...” may seem like it is grammatically incorrect or that it follows from no prior statement, it actually shows the disconnection of poetry, metaphor, and metonym. The statement of the incision carves itself out of the poem and arrives at the title, Incision. The line is an incision itself of grammar. In the image strand of the prison break, prisoners are incising the gates, opening them up, and this line does the same to the prison of the poem’s structure, to grammar, and to language.
- This notion of incisions, of cutting, now justifies the mythology of the sheets (the satin sheets of lore) as this timeless act of hegemonic struggle in language (Id and Ego represented) acts as a creation myth: the creation of freedom. Hence all the references to sex, laundry, and Freud.
- The lock can also be seen as a symbol for the vagina, as you put a key in it.
- As you mentioned, the valley is meant to be the valley of the mind, the grooves of the brain’s surface. This ties back to the writing, the coiling, as brain is coiled. Going back to the global theme of hegemonic Id and Ego, the brain can be seen as the location of the prison. When there are no holes in the brain, be them from the American drug ecstasy or a bludgeoned aphasia (or, really, any sort of “mental instability”), the brain is topologically indistinguishably from a sphere.
- A sphere is a perfect prison, as there are no entrances or exits, only space. The universe is a sphere with an infinite radius.
- Those who have holes in in their brains, such as those with “mental instability” like Jean Genet, cannot be entrapped in this sphere prison.
- The prisoners, the “mentally unstable”, can break out of prison because of the incision, the holes in the sphere, in the brain, etc. This is how revolution manifests at a ideological and cultural level.
- The “core of the hurricane” and the “eye of the tempest” are both metaphors for the hole, the gate, the cervix, the passage to freedom.
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uberdionysus
| 01:28 am - Comic Journal: NYC Treasure Hunt!
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August 13th, 2008
stephe
 | 11:55 pm - August 13, 2008
A little bit of business first: everyone please welcome ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) qilora to my friends list. Always nice to meet new people.
Although I could have slept in late this morning, and in fact had planned to do just that, I found myself awake, out of bed, and doing stuff at a comparatively decent hour. This ended up working to my advantage: I discovered that the substitute teaching website is back up and running (or, to be more specific, my username and password are working again), and much to my great surprise and delight I was able to pick up my first subbing assignment for the new school year. It's not until September 8th, and I may end up with an assignment for an earlier day (the schools around here start September 2nd), but it's nice to know I have at least one job waiting for me.
The early afternoon saw another visit to the physical therapist, once again involving electrically-charged, medicated bandages and other, less interesting treatments. In the evening, I worked a pretty low-key four-hour shift at the liquor store. Basically, I counted some more wines, and then I did a wine list (i.e., I scanned the shelves for empty spaces that needed filling and the filled them). That took up almost all of my time, and a brief stint or two on the register took care of the rest.
I did end the day on an interesting note, however. Among the other items that came in in yesterday's liquor shipment were three boxes of small bottles (100 ml -- twice the size of the standard nip/shot/sampler/airplane bottle) of absinthe. Now, admittedly, the absinthe involved is technically not absinthe as such -- it's the "new" version without all the lovely wormwood derivatives -- but I though I'd give it a try anyways. I know that many, if not most, of you reading this are familiar with absinthe as a cultural phenomenon, and quite a few of you have tried it and know the rituals surrounding its consumption, and to you cultured, cosmopolitan, and urbane people I say: you might want to skip the rest of this paragraph. Out of the bottle, absinthe is green but translucent. In fact, the bottle I had may have had food coloring added; the green was that unnatural. Traditionally, one pours the absinthe into a glass and then hooks a special, slotted spoon over the rim. A sugar cube is placed in the spoon, and an amount of cold water equal in volume to the absinthe involved is poured over the sugar cube and into the glass. Well, we don't have any sugar cubes in the house, and our collection of cutlery is inexplicably short of absinthe spoons, so I had to improvise. I ended up pouring the cold water into half of a tea ball with some sugar in the bottom, and while this may be something of a MacGuyverish solution, it did have the desired effect: the sugar and water ended up mixed with the absinthe, which turned a really neat, opaque, almost phosphorescent green. That in itself was worth the price of the sample (but probably not the price of a standard fifth), and on top of that I actually ended up enjoying the flavor. It reminded me more of liquorice than the expected anise (queenmomcat muttered something about having a sudden craving for Dots gumdrops), and alas, I have no hallucinations to relate, but so it goes. Again, as with the añejo tequilas I mentioned a few days ago and most of the better single-malt Scotches, absinthe is a tad too expensive to become a regular part of my diet, but I may end up buying a bottle someday, especially if I can find some of the real, wormwood-enhanced version.
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Laurie Anderson, Strange Angels
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August 20th, 2008
organize
[uhohitsamb]
 | 10:57 pm
Okay, I really really hate clutter. And I'm really big minimalist. But I'm poor. My question is, does anyone know of any cheap ways to organize and keeps things minimally out?
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stephe
| 11:55 pm - August 12, 2008
Seven hours at work today -- morning and afternoon -- and I'm more than a little knackered. Most of the early part of my shift was spent helping unload, price, shelve, and store many, many boxes of liquor. This is, in fact, part of the standard Tuesday morning routine, and one of the main reasons my arms are falling apart. The latter part of my shift was mainly taken up with counting wines. I was given a list and a clipboard and told to find out how many bottles we have of about fifty wines. This meant puttering about quite a bit on the sales floor and then checking boxes in the basement. I'm sure that I missed a few bottles here and there, but apparently this is expected: I was told that all wine counts are checked by a second person, which really does take some of the pressure off.
When I got home from work -- after a quick stop to pick up some dry cleaning I dropped off last Wednesday -- I decided to try something my physical therapist had recommended for days when my wrists are really bad. I half-filled the kitchen sink with cold water and then drew an equal amount of hot water into a washbasin. I then stuck my hands in the warm water for three minutes, moved them to the cold for one minute, and then repeated the process. I'm not sure if this did or will do anything, but at least for the moments my hands aren't bothering me all that much. The tips of my ring and middle fingers on both hands are pretty much constantly numb these days, but beyond that I'm doing fine. The real test will come tonight, when I will find out if my hands are inclined to wake me up with feelings of pain and numbness again.
I also started the process of unpacking from out trip out to Seattle. To be specific: I unpacked my books. The ones I brought out with me were put back on their various shelves, and the ones I bought while I was out west were added to my Library Thing and then placed in their new home(s). Interestingly, this comparatively simple and quick bit of work made me feel much better about my life. I'm not feeling quite as overwhelmed as I was a few days ago, and I'm starting to think I may actually be able to balance my liquor store job with everything else I need to do. Hopefully, this will turn out to be the case.
Current Mood: okay
Current Music: (Random Playlist)
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little_world
[auxoriousrex]
 | 10:16 pm
Which dollhouse kit would you use to turn into a cafe or small grocery?
Post your shops and stores and restaurants!!!
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the_urban_monk
 | 05:39 pm - And, in better news...
I heard today that the Russian edition of Esquire is going to reprint my article about witnessing executions, "Why I Watch People Die," which was recently published in Flaunt.
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the_urban_monk
| 04:32 pm - Patient dies after being left in chair 22 hours
For a few years I was the only caregiver for a person with a serious mental illness. When she was in the hospital, I witnessed how cruelly they tried to treat her, and how cruelly they actually did treat the other patients, so this story surprises me not at all.
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jayyy
 | 02:25 pm - californication
Well.
I am officially finally back home. On the west coast. Cali.
To be specific... SAN FRAN BABY.
So yeah. I'm pretty psyched. Been on an island for almost two years, so being back in civilization is thrilling.
It isn't just civilization; it's more than that, its the lifeblood of the city and the sense of that paradoxical social maturity that the west's drug culture and civil rights movements have afforded it.
I've been here three weeks now about, and its amazing. So good to be back in a real place. I haven't been to the castro or been out and about the nightlife yet, but I will soon. I've got to check out the Castro, its been ages. I want to see hippie hill, too. :)
I've been enjoying some quality cali dank, but I need music.
Met Mitch and Jack, both cool people, spectular really, have to write a whole post alone for that.
Anyway, that's enough for now, if you're in the bay area let me know!
Current Music: Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl
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merlynspen
| 06:41 pm
Uncharacteristically chilly, for summer, really. It's been a reccurring theme. In some ways, maybe the unfathomable weather is better for me, it goes with my new unfathomable world.
Taking time off before grad school was definitely the right idea. As August heads toward its end, I note that I would definitely not be thirsty for schoolwork, ready to hop into an autumn of structured intellectual pursuits.
That, and I haven't determined which path to pursue. It's been narrowed way down over the last few years, but it still feels pretty intensely like a crossroads, like choosing one way will determine a lot of things. It's basically between law school and film school. (That is to say, law school and film.. school, apprenticeship, something. Who knows which it would be.)
Teaching still flits across my mind every now and then, but that almost feels like it just wants to be a reminder or fallback.
So, law school or film school. I guess that's what the next several months will be spent deciding, and then application processes will begin, most likely.
Or, I could apply to places and then decide from there.
Law school feels like the Responsible Choice, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't feel like something I'd like.
Film school feels like a committment, too, and in that sense, responsible in at least having made a decision, but in a different way.
No. Law school feels like a committment to stability, and film school feels like a committment to creativity.
So which does the creative Capricorn choose?
I'm not sure why they aren't compatible in my head at the moment, but it seems they aren't. Stability or creativity, neither are both. Or at least, neither both for a long time. Film school could lead to creativity and eventually stability, or law school could afford enough stability to be creative on my own down the road.
Shrug.
I'm going to be sad when it gets to be too cold to hang out on the porch. The hammock pretty much rules. That's where I am now, and it's very pleasant. It's getting darkish, actually, so a cup of tea might be in order before moving inside when the moskitoes come out.
Back. Tea steeping.
The problem is that I can get myself excited about either thing. If I start looking into film, checking out internships, looking at classes schools offer, reading about directors I admire, or looking at cinematographers' credentials, think about my other experiences directing.. I want to do that.
But if I think about law school, and the challenges that would offer intellectually, that sounds good, too.
And I can as easily talk myself out of either. I can think of getting through law school, finding the challenges tedious in some ways, not wanting to study for a bar exam, and then being boringly lawyerly. I can think of having shitty internships that I take because they're remotely related to film, not having time or money to actually do what I want to do filmically, and generally not being happy.
You'll note that it never crosses my mind that I can't do either of these things, though. Interesting.
A strength, I suppose, coupled with my recent acknowledgment of the fact that I'm not easy to intimidate, and I adapt uickly to things, walking some line between wide-eyed and jaded that keeps me most of the time from the pitfalls of either, and allows the positives.
Sometimes, that is.
That might come in handy, in either choice. The farther into film you go that doesn't have to do with acting, the less women there are, and the farther into something like law you venture, the more and more ridiculously intelligent people you'll encounter.
But there's a kitty who wants to be on my lap, which is making typing a bit inconvenient.
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