Putting out the most handsome men on the planet to stump for your causes, like Greenpeace and Save the Children.
Call me, Alex!
Friday, 6 March 2009
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Translations
What "I am not talking to you" does not mean:
-Please, continue talking to me at an increasing volume, despite the fact that I have positioned my laptop directly between our faces and I have my headphones in my ears. I am, in fact, listening attentively, contrary to how it might seem.
-Keep this up and you'll definitely win my affection and support, and I'd be happy to do all the menial chores you can't be fucked to do yourself.
-I love you, Daddy.
-Please, continue talking to me at an increasing volume, despite the fact that I have positioned my laptop directly between our faces and I have my headphones in my ears. I am, in fact, listening attentively, contrary to how it might seem.
-Keep this up and you'll definitely win my affection and support, and I'd be happy to do all the menial chores you can't be fucked to do yourself.
-I love you, Daddy.
High School Again
I'm living at my folks place with no forseeable change in the matter, so I am going to resort to blogging again. Venti-size (get it? VENTIng? Ha!). It's childish and silly, but being as Alone as I Am in Los Angeles, I have few other options while I wait to be rejected when I seek job after job, fellowship after fellowship, and sense of accomplishment after sense of accomplishment.
To update: I graduated uni in December 2008 and have snce been job-hunting and traveling, with more of the same to come. I didn't apply to graduate schools because I was hoping (expecting?) to get one of a couple teaching fellowships for the fall, but have since been alerted that I am not qualified to do much besides drink wine, eat cheese, and smoke Luckies.
I'm living with my folks in Los Angeles (not having a job = not able to pay rent in NYC like I did for the first month out of uni). My close friends are 7500 miles away, and most everyone else is still in uni. As most people know LA is not my ideal place for, you know, breathing or living or anything, but here I am. Bitter. So I'm going to vent just like I used to in high school, on an Angsty Blog. It's appropriate since I'm living in my high school bedroom again, right?
I have hope (however weak) that the angst will peter out as apply for more jobs and fellowships and teaching programs. I'll have to bear with myself till then.
To update: I graduated uni in December 2008 and have snce been job-hunting and traveling, with more of the same to come. I didn't apply to graduate schools because I was hoping (expecting?) to get one of a couple teaching fellowships for the fall, but have since been alerted that I am not qualified to do much besides drink wine, eat cheese, and smoke Luckies.
I'm living with my folks in Los Angeles (not having a job = not able to pay rent in NYC like I did for the first month out of uni). My close friends are 7500 miles away, and most everyone else is still in uni. As most people know LA is not my ideal place for, you know, breathing or living or anything, but here I am. Bitter. So I'm going to vent just like I used to in high school, on an Angsty Blog. It's appropriate since I'm living in my high school bedroom again, right?
I have hope (however weak) that the angst will peter out as apply for more jobs and fellowships and teaching programs. I'll have to bear with myself till then.
Monday, 7 April 2008
Ticklish Ovaries
One thing that has kept me sane this term (aside from photography and anti-crazy pills!) has been this little volunteering I did. It's not a huge deal, not a big commitment or anything, but I've really enjoyed it. A college-wide e-mail came from the Wadham chaplain that a primary school needed volunteers to read with the kids. As it turns out, it is a two-minute walk from my house. I decided to go for it, just once a week for an hour and a half with some 7-year-olds.
I'm so glad I did. I arranged to do it on my day off, so it was some times the only thing to make me get out of bed. And I felt really good doing it, the kids are generally precious and since I'm only with each of them for 15 minutes or so, they don't have time to act up and aren't exhausting for me. Also, I get to read kids books for an hour and a half and not be embarrassed about it!
Some of these kids are so precious, it hurts. I just wanted to hug or pet some of them, and there was many a time when I wished I had my camera. I thought that if I brought it, though, it would make me seem like a bit of a pervert.
I plan on continuing it next term, and maybe taking on more to do there. One friend I made there won't be working any longer, but it's still a nice environment. And perhaps I could get away with taking photos when I know the kids' parents better and they don't think I'm a paedophile! Don't you just hate that?
I'm so glad I did. I arranged to do it on my day off, so it was some times the only thing to make me get out of bed. And I felt really good doing it, the kids are generally precious and since I'm only with each of them for 15 minutes or so, they don't have time to act up and aren't exhausting for me. Also, I get to read kids books for an hour and a half and not be embarrassed about it!
Some of these kids are so precious, it hurts. I just wanted to hug or pet some of them, and there was many a time when I wished I had my camera. I thought that if I brought it, though, it would make me seem like a bit of a pervert.
I plan on continuing it next term, and maybe taking on more to do there. One friend I made there won't be working any longer, but it's still a nice environment. And perhaps I could get away with taking photos when I know the kids' parents better and they don't think I'm a paedophile! Don't you just hate that?
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Rina esta perdita
I mentioned not too long ago (or rather, a long time ago) that I was going to be doing some traveling over the break. I have begun! I spent four-plus days in Barcelona, and man alive, it was amazing.
I left on the 15th of March and arrived in Barcelona in the evening. I met an American in the airport (um, BA gives free wine. 'Nuff said) who had spent time in the city before and he was nice enough to show me around so I could get my bearings. The rest of the time, though, I was on my own. Each day was spent wandering a different area in the city, just watching people and listening to music and trying to get some good shots off. There was a lot of time spent in bars in the evenings meeting people and practicing my very poor Spanish. I gave up at one point and went to an Irish bar instead.
I got turned around once or twice trying to find my way back to my hostel at night, and that was pretty unnerving. Since the first day I spent a lot of time walking up and down Las Ramblas, this sort of Venice/3rd St. Promenade place, I didn't keep track of which direction was the hostel and which was the marina. Until I got to the marina. *sigh* Anyway, it was fine.
When I need help or directions, people were nice and I was pleased that I felt relatively safe in this strange city all on my own. There was a night or two walking back to my hostel in the dark (I avoided spending money on the Metro when I could) that I was a little nervous, and my first evening walking around on my own there was a creepy guy following me for a little while, but overall it was way cool.
Anyway, so I loved Barcelona and I hope I get to go back soon at some point. Coincidentally, a handful of people I know are going soon or have just gone, so I got to rave about it for a while. For further information: I got a color roll developed and have processed a B&W roll, but have yet to print shots of it. Anyway, the first few photos in this album are from there, but there's not much in the way of tourist-y-ness. (Also, some new B&W shots.)
I was supposed to go to Amsterdam last week, but I decided not to at the last minute (literally 15 minutes before I was going to leave the house for the airport). I think it turned out to be a very, very good idea. I got to catch up on sleep and work, tidy the flat up a bit, and spend time with new and old friends. I vote yes. However, I'm leaving for a week in Florence to-morrow (to-day, actually) and I'm really excited about that. Let's hope my Italian doesn't get me shot.
More upon my return, of course.
I left on the 15th of March and arrived in Barcelona in the evening. I met an American in the airport (um, BA gives free wine. 'Nuff said) who had spent time in the city before and he was nice enough to show me around so I could get my bearings. The rest of the time, though, I was on my own. Each day was spent wandering a different area in the city, just watching people and listening to music and trying to get some good shots off. There was a lot of time spent in bars in the evenings meeting people and practicing my very poor Spanish. I gave up at one point and went to an Irish bar instead.
I got turned around once or twice trying to find my way back to my hostel at night, and that was pretty unnerving. Since the first day I spent a lot of time walking up and down Las Ramblas, this sort of Venice/3rd St. Promenade place, I didn't keep track of which direction was the hostel and which was the marina. Until I got to the marina. *sigh* Anyway, it was fine.
When I need help or directions, people were nice and I was pleased that I felt relatively safe in this strange city all on my own. There was a night or two walking back to my hostel in the dark (I avoided spending money on the Metro when I could) that I was a little nervous, and my first evening walking around on my own there was a creepy guy following me for a little while, but overall it was way cool.
Anyway, so I loved Barcelona and I hope I get to go back soon at some point. Coincidentally, a handful of people I know are going soon or have just gone, so I got to rave about it for a while. For further information: I got a color roll developed and have processed a B&W roll, but have yet to print shots of it. Anyway, the first few photos in this album are from there, but there's not much in the way of tourist-y-ness. (Also, some new B&W shots.)
I was supposed to go to Amsterdam last week, but I decided not to at the last minute (literally 15 minutes before I was going to leave the house for the airport). I think it turned out to be a very, very good idea. I got to catch up on sleep and work, tidy the flat up a bit, and spend time with new and old friends. I vote yes. However, I'm leaving for a week in Florence to-morrow (to-day, actually) and I'm really excited about that. Let's hope my Italian doesn't get me shot.
More upon my return, of course.
Long-Awaited
OK, finally upon finallies, here are the photos that I've taken, developed and printed. They're all from Israel and I hope in the next few weeks to get to work on some that are from this term. They're also just the ones that I could be bothered to print, because I'm a bit shit at it all. Enjoy in good health! (The first 8 are ones from before that I got printed elsewhere.)
Black, White, Turn
Black, White, Turn
Saturday, 15 March 2008
Ketchup
Term has been over for a week now -- actually a little over that, as I finished last Wednesday -- and I've alternated between lazing about for days at a time and being moderately productive. Sleep, read, eat, sleep, errands, sleep, drink, library, sleep, drink, eat, errands. That's my last week. With maybe a little more 'sleep' and 'drink.'
On the upside, I've been spending more time with the Sarah Lawrence folk, people on the program with whom I haven't really spent much time, since upon arrival I threw myself into Britishisms or something like that. But now most of them have departed.
I shall be departing soon, myself. To-morrow I leave for Barcelona for 5 days, and later I'll spend a little while in Amsterdam before I spend a week in Florence. Pretty freakin' cool, if you ask me. Anyway, that's the gist of my life right now: sleep, drink, sleep, work, drink, travel.
PS Yes, I finally have printed photos on my own from my time in Israel but I have been quiet slacker-esque in uploading them to the internetz. Maybe when I come back from Barcelona. Maybe. xxx
On the upside, I've been spending more time with the Sarah Lawrence folk, people on the program with whom I haven't really spent much time, since upon arrival I threw myself into Britishisms or something like that. But now most of them have departed.
I shall be departing soon, myself. To-morrow I leave for Barcelona for 5 days, and later I'll spend a little while in Amsterdam before I spend a week in Florence. Pretty freakin' cool, if you ask me. Anyway, that's the gist of my life right now: sleep, drink, sleep, work, drink, travel.
PS Yes, I finally have printed photos on my own from my time in Israel but I have been quiet slacker-esque in uploading them to the internetz. Maybe when I come back from Barcelona. Maybe. xxx
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