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So I want a blog everyone can read, that works with my tribe account. Sretching out into that netherworld of things i really don't really know how ot do with a computer. Wish me luck.

Today's corporate "how much for you soul?" interview

Today's corporate "how much for you soul?" interview
Thu, October 20, 2005 - 12:41 PM
I walked into the giant glass building and the security guard asked me for photo i.d.

I only had my old student one, so I pulled it out and showed her. In the photo, I had long hair and an ill-trimmed beard, and a funky scarf. In person, I had a short hair, an immaculately trimmed beard, and a suit with collared shirt.

She compared the two images of me. "Hmmm."

"This is my get-a-haircut-get-a-real-job phase," I commented.

"Welcome to the real world," she replied, and watched me, half smirking half smiling, as I glided by.
Thu, October 20, 2005 - 12:41 PM



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Rawhide
Thu, October 20, 2005 - 7:24 PM
Yikes!
"Welcome to the Real World".........ughhh......[[[[shudder]]]]......if only they knew. It's hard to deal with --the things we have to do to get by in this default world. Would have been funny if you showed them some Burningman ID......hahaaa.....genital ID or something....can you imagine?!!

Did you get the job?


-RAwhide


Kay O.
Thu, October 27, 2005 - 12:35 PM
I.D.
"Do you have your genital I.D. on you sir?"
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Nox
Thu, November 3, 2005 - 12:26 AM
If people carried genital IDs I'd be all about getting the job of being security in charge of checking them.

Here in the Big Smoggy...

It's been a while since the last jump across, so I thought I'd give a quick update on how my life is now.

That is to say good, though a bit tedious of late.

First, the good part:
1. Totally great place to live in. Not much privacy, but I like all my roommates, and everything is sane and polite. It's a bit cold, and a bit far out from the bity centre, but it's worth it. And it's fuckin huge. We're throwing a Halloween party for upwards of 150 people. I stilt in my living room. Circus/juggling tricks are definetely improving because of it.

2. Friends! I haven't really settled into a social scene yet, but I have had a few great people to spend my time with, including Amria, Spirit, and Fava bean. Ah, these lovely ladies of my life, like some bright swirling constellation... I am blessed. Oh, and Draw is moving to the city TOMORROW. It'll be great having him around. I love him for his art/geekiness/humour, but I need him for my laptop. It didn't like the flgiht across, and won't even boot now. A $1000 paper weight, and I don't even have the cash to take it to the shop for repairs.

Tedious:
1. Being broke. Big big city, lots going on, no cash. Don't get me wrong, there is always lots to do without consuming, and I'm working on it (I also splurged for fuel, what's a fire spinner to do). Good thing I have my circus toys and friends with imaginations in the same situations.

2. The job hunt. I was working on a combined effort of modelling and temp office gigs. The modelling has been sporadic, and the temp gigs have given nothing (though I haven't pursued them that actively). I have an interview for industry work tomorrow being an Editorial Assistant for a trade magazine. It pays really well, seems stable, though it's all about Supply Chain Management, which is about as boring as it sounds. Chats with CBC and CTV are also on the go, though I don't know how promising they are. Basically, I'm waiting for that ship to roll on in.

I guess this comes down to a questions of motivation. Sometimes I'm so busy I hardly have a moment to unwind. Lately I've had so much time that I can hardly fill it (oh, I expect no sympathy). Here's to finding something in between, or getting more of my side-projects up and running (and maybe my laptop too).


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Betsy
Wed, October 19, 2005 - 1:16 PM
the eagle has landed
it's great to know that you have arrived and are surrounded by positivity. I hope the rest falls into place for you very soon! I am heading back to California tomorrow, after being on the east coast with my insane family for a few weeks, and it sure will be great to be back where my friends know and love me. I appreciate the value of that so much right now.



Don't forget to eat well...
Kay O.
Thu, October 20, 2005 - 12:12 AM
D.O. the T.O.
I can't wait to fly across and see your new digs. I always hate job hunting, but its worth finding the right fit. Amira and Draw are awesome so as long as you have them you'll be alright. I can point you towards some more Torontonian wierdos if you find yourself so inclined. ;)

My Neighbourhood Playground

It's been a few days of dull packing and cleaning, with a few exceptions/distractions. Lots of chatting and drinking with friends, spinning a little fire on stilts, and hitting up the skate park in the wee hours of the morning.

As for the park, it's three blocks from my front door. Damn, I wish I had found it earlier. We spent an hour riding the bowl in the picture. Finding the balance spot between the interia, gravity, and the board is a special kind of rush I can hardly describe. Another something I should have taken fuller advantage of.

I've been thinking about that a lot right now... how would you live if you new this was your last few days? How would that perspective change how you live life if it lasted longer? I feel a great need to be productive, to meet, to embrace, to rush around like mad making the most of my time in Toronto. I should brand this feeling onto my brain like one last cattle mark o la ville' du vache.

40 hours and counting (I guess.*). Toronto waits for me like an open-air market of possibility. Looking for skate parks, adventure, another piece of what is becoming me.



* Deadlines have domesticated my ambition. I've got to learn how to produce without them, damn it, or be sentenced to cable-tv type contentment.

workshop days

Another day of fabulous under-employment used to its full advantage. My time was largely devoted to working on gear -- painting both pairs of stilts black, finally fixing the 4 footers, and replacing the yarn-thin aircraft cable on my poi (can hold a VW bug) to the some pencil-thick stuff (can hold up a city bus).

Paint under my nails, a burn on one finger, and a lovely sense of accomplishment. I worked hard for an education to become a white-collar worker for what?

I've pretty much geared for a big jump at the end of the month. I'm pretty sure the landing spot is Toronto, though I don't actually have a place to live or a job yet. Details, details.

Everything has been on the up since I decided to ditch this cowtown. There's a decompression party in town tomorrow, a stiliting/fire gig on Sunday for the harvest moon/Autumnal Equinox (the Equinox actually being next Thursday, but who's keeping track?). I think I'm off to visit the parents next week, though I haven't worked out the details.

I should do an Albertan farewell tour... We'll see. It's an exciting idea, this picking up and going idea. It's not as though I haven't been moving around constantly for the last, oh, eight years or so. This time it's not just going and coming back. This time it's going without plans of ever living here again. FOr some reason that makes it seem much more significant.

The pic is from the road trip up. Love Chevrons for only using SELF for their self serve.

a rainy weekend in my little basement

Rain rain go away, it feels like you're here to stay ... another weekend in this soaked little city. It was like this right before I left for the burn, too, leaving me breaking down bikes in a rain jacket and building stilts in my little basement. The weather reminds me of Vancouver in January.

It makes the city feel even more lonely for the other places I call home. I don't really want to be back -- driving out of the rockies felt a bit like punishment, cruising through its endless suburbs into the little downtown core reminded me of how little I want to live here. Toronto?

The burn was great, though not my most spectcular. All for my own reasons, of course, a certain difficulty I feel being present, and some criticisms boiling through my brain about what the little festival should be (mostly thanks to reading "this is burning man" in the weeks leading up to the festival). I am not so idealistic about the place as I used to be, one part annoyed with the virgins, one part annoyed with the deification of the Man. I was almost pleased to see some incredibly stupid dangerous things going on, proving that the place hadn't been entirely tamed. As one piss clear writer put it "Burning Man nostolgia isn't what it used to be." Art projects to deal with the annoyance to follow.

Many thanks to all the friends I spent it with and the new friends that I met. Highlights include modelling/contact dance, critical stilts, the temple burn, the lost canadian and the Kanuckistan burn barrel, mad dancing on the 10 o'clock end, the tower of flower, the fire finger garden, and lots of other little encounters.

The pic is from a hitchhiking trip just before the playa at the Whiteswan hotsprings. Playa photos to follow, as soon as I deal with some developing. Fabulous times, indeed.