I was just reading a job call for someone to teach Transformative Language Arts at Goddard College. I've VERY interested in the job, more so than any other post I've read about but I'm not sure if I'm what they're looking for.
Thanks to all of you for the job advice. the quarterlifecrisis.com site made me feel a bit better about my situation. but Vincent I can't really borrow a book when I'm in Georgia!
back to Transformative Language Arts, I wonder if my involvement in this site could count toward that. I've been participating in this Transformative Language Arts project for quite a while. I hope some of the things I write are at least a little insightful. I do enjoy oral history and I've tried to make use of it with this video and this one I don't think they help to change society much... more so they reflect on it. Guess I'm not there yet.
I'm planning on scanning tonight. I found my long departed Granny's old photo album. I'd like to work with the images by incorporating them in with modern day video of her old mill town. I was looking at the pictures of my nieces from Halloween the other night and thinking about how much documentation has changed since the first half of the 20th century. maybe I'll post a few images later tonight.

I'm starting to go insane. I need a job. I need a job. I need a job. I don't want to work! ahhhemmm, Labor!

fuck it!
anything is better than living in my parent's house. Jesus give me the strength! offff god damn like I'm a christian. I'm freaking out. Yeah, I look pretty god damn calm sure but inside I'm freaking!


I need to know. How do y'all go about getting jobs?
The university has ruined me! ruined ruined ruined. You would think that a 25 yr old with an MFA may have a bright future but out of the 100+ places I've sent my resume to I've had three interviews (all in Brooklyn) and gotten one job (at a coffee shop) but by then I was on the way to Portland.


If I hear my brother give me the being an artist is like being a professional bass fisher (his dream) analogy one more time I'm going to shoot myself in the fucking head.
If you were a good fisher you could live off your fucking fish. Who cares about the millions won in tournaments? is that what makes one a successful fisher? Idiot!

anyway.... any tips that you peeps have for me, as in, how I can get a fucking job. What is the right attitude, what is the right way to go about it, what should I do to this good damn web site to make it commercially viable and so on, some alternative career solution,please let me know.
(e:Jenks), I have a fascination for medical imaging, can you tell me more about that? I would really just like to do my own brain scanning experiments in my (imaginary thus far) studio but maybe there is a job that would make that goal more practical. It's interesting how the brain reacts to different stimuli, images and other sensory shit.



so don't get me wrong. I love my family but it's to much for me living with them. to high stress makes me depressed.

Kiah is going through an "I'm telling" phase. It is bad considering how I love to pick on her. She just went and told my Mom that I refuse to help her get her cat toy out of the tree. Before that she told on me for not giving her the cat toy when she demanded it. Of course she had no interest in the toy until I picked it up. I don't understand that. It's programmed into her. She doesn't like something until someone else wants it.
It reminds me of how guys say that girls are interested in guys with girlfriends over single guys. I got into a little verbal tiff with a friend about that subject a couple weeks ago. He argued that's it's a stability and security thing but I think, assuming that is the case, it must be something more primal, similar to the impulse that makes Kiah pitch a fit for something she's discarded the minute someone else shows interest in it.


Other than that...
A couple days ago upon waking I was lying around in the bed. The dog hopped up with me and I laid her on her back, tucked her in and started rubbing her belly. Then I started singing:
"That's my job, that's what I do
Everything I do is because of you
To keep you safe with me...
That's my job you see."


About that time my sister popped her head in the room and started laughing, rhetorically exclaiming "You're singing Conway Twitty to the dog?"

Kiah is home from school today because my Mama discovered lice in her hair last night. This caused a commotion and made us all itch and wash the beddings. I fell asleep early so I had to do the lice shampoo this morning.



Kiah keeps mispronouncing pumpkin as punkmen. It's funny.