This last week' has been eventful. Not one, but two, count em, two interviews for a position in an agency I was rather impressed with. Of course in the end they went with someone with more experience, but after three rather intensive interviews, I couldn't help but be gutted about the reversal of fortune. Granted, everyone involved said a great ( Read more... )

Fragments of last night add together and make for a decent evening. Stogies, walks in the rain, and the briefest segment of Firefly. Wine garnered from the kindness of good friends, while I mourned the coming of my utter penilessness. Talked with Kenny and John about books and the sudden return of what I call "Jersey Hands". I tend to gesture ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm sitting in my sister's slightly cluttered dining room with a wee bit of time to kill. I've been in Easton a few odd, overcast days, and have felt a swell of the typical nostalgia (with the inevitable stings of dashed expectations) followed by the more humbling stumble back down to earth. That trip is shaped by reunions, both ( Read more... )

Hm. Okay, got it. If I were transported to this nutty island you speak of, I'd bring the following...

1.) Cowboy Beepob series
2.) the Usual Suspects
3.) Strange Days
4.) Milk
5.) the Incredibles.

That is all.

Gavin's Dissection of a Scene.
Scene 1:

Blond girl opens her eyes, bewildered, groggy, possibly hungover. She raises her hand to her face and sees its covered in a white milky substance. The camera moves back to see her hand in a pot of cold oatmeal...and her in a once expensively furnished room, surrounded by incapacatated, half naked friends and ( Read more... )

"....You're still a fucking faggot."

I had been in the middle of a conversation with a guy I'd met about small university towns being brain drain economies, when I heard and finally registered the comment. The douche in question had already gone halfway out the door by the time he'd said it. To flesh out, it was last call, roughly an hour ago, and ( Read more... )

Having spent too long away from this particular (one of many) blog, I thought I'd take a quick bit to just say hello, and attempt at creativley occupying this space. Its been a relitivley uneventful month. Job interviews dispersed lightly amongst idle time and slight anxiety over mounting student loan debt. Lots and lots of hours watching anime and ( Read more... )

I stepped into yesterday more than a little oblivious about the event on everyone elses minds. I had a dim inkling that Pittsburg was the watchword, but it took some time for me to even connect to the idea that the Superbowl, and all its consumerist indulgence was nigh. And so, I cobbeled together a revised resume and pondered whether or not I ( Read more... )

You could say that January has been my month of optimism (whether or not it pays off? Quite another story). I've been humbled to silence by the transition of power in Washington. I've seen MILK twice and have been rendered furious at the cyclical nature of civil rights, the profoundly harmful nature of apathy and obliviousness.

It becomes an ( Read more... )

I found myself flinching as I staggered back up the asile of the front train car I'd just been ushered down. People in downy sweateres and multiple layred winter wear had crammed themselves into seats and made themselves dose as the train began to propell itself forward again. I found an open seat and, after gesturing to the woman beside it, shoved ( Read more... )