Summers End

[aeonsbeyond]

Now deep in the melancholia of summers end. It went far too quick for me this year and without enough resources to fully enjoy, with a sweeping but shortlived spiritual buzz at the beginning put to rest by more hard realities midway, and strangely the best weather happened when I could least afford to take advantage of it. A good fortnight of

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[obliterati]

I lived in copy shop hell in a Portland suburb years ago, they said it was art! Come be a graphic designer! Make original designs for things and dig on the wealthy Lake Oswego patrons!

Ow. Poison gas from the press, paper cuts, bindery, a jalopy machine that couldn't even read eps files when everything was done in eps exclusively, when I was finally offered a vacation I never went back and instead scrounged at Reed for an entire year before a Portland State prof came and rescued me.

Another solution to lack of nice familiar work is totally foreign and bizarre work maybe? At this moment I'm taking a break from my job as handyman for a wealthy eccentric, did I ever think I could work with concrete?

Factoti activate!

[aeonsbeyond]

Indeed, today it was How To Load a 100 page course packet for printing in 999 e-z steps, then after lunch the stench of laminations and 10 36" long x-acto trims. I could deal if I didnt have to stand up ALL 8 hours straight.

Still I could print my own agitprop manifestos before I go on to further adventures at the next job.

[obliterati]

Oh they love it when you're printing up your own resume on the work machines. Love. Wish I could see it!