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Ok...Its the second week of the new year...I'm unemployed...I haven't paid rent in over six months...I have an application to CCNY Graduate School to fill out....I'm going to a class at the library tonight called: Mecanografia y Teclado...I'm taking sometime to explore Manhattan and write about it for the NY blog...I just got a letter form the IRS saying I owe them over $200 for some money market account I had forgotten about. I am waiting (still) to see some $$ from the NYS unemployment benefits program...I am planning to continue the Photoshop class through UAW...I'm waiting to hear from the "Made in NY" program to see if I can take advantage of the PA training they offer...I'm hoping to spend some time cooking and dumsterdiving with the NYfreegans...I'm looking for five or ten people who want to start a new art co-op or to find a cool art co-op that will have me...I applied the work at Housing Works and am waiting to hear back from them...I want to re-write my resume and apply to the NYPL...this morning I started mapping a walking/biking route for the west side of Manhattan. There is a warm cat sitting on my foot and it feels really comfortable to be inside on what sounds like a rainy afternoon, none the less I am trying to motivate myself to get up and go outside.
Mostly automatic stream of consciousness...the kind of writing I learned from an excercise in my 8th grade english class in which we kept our pens moving for five minutes with out pausing...examining life...the state of the world...getting by on a tight budget...persuing interests in architecture, art, economics and trying to cobble out a life worth living.
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lundi, janvier 08, 2007
jeudi, janvier 04, 2007
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I'm back at the library feeling a bit like a monster with my disfigured face but otherwise pretty good...I wasn't selected to be a red hat person at MoMA's Doug Aitken event (que lastima) but life goes on...I am here for a computer class called "Viruses, Hackers, and Spam...Oh, My!" the class was good...a little slowerpaced than other classes but good none the less...I remebered somebasinc things I had been told before about computer maintenance...now I'll go nhome and defrag or scan something.
I am going to try writing for this nyblog...just for fun. Last night dave and I went walking around Penn station so I could have something to write about.
I'm back at the library feeling a bit like a monster with my disfigured face but otherwise pretty good...I wasn't selected to be a red hat person at MoMA's Doug Aitken event (que lastima) but life goes on...I am here for a computer class called "Viruses, Hackers, and Spam...Oh, My!" the class was good...a little slowerpaced than other classes but good none the less...I remebered somebasinc things I had been told before about computer maintenance...now I'll go nhome and defrag or scan something.
I am going to try writing for this nyblog...just for fun. Last night dave and I went walking around Penn station so I could have something to write about.
mardi, décembre 26, 2006
I want you to want me
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I am on my way to the gym to swim off some of this hot chocolate...spent some time on craigslist last night looking at job postings and am feeling optimistic. There is a guy next to me here at thelibrary who keeps muttering about people who come to the library to talk...he just told the people next to him to go back to Africa even though they are clearly American...I think he might be homeless...anyway I hope things this side of x-mas are at least as good as they were before.
Even if you can't eat chocolate.
I am on my way to the gym to swim off some of this hot chocolate...spent some time on craigslist last night looking at job postings and am feeling optimistic. There is a guy next to me here at thelibrary who keeps muttering about people who come to the library to talk...he just told the people next to him to go back to Africa even though they are clearly American...I think he might be homeless...anyway I hope things this side of x-mas are at least as good as they were before.
Even if you can't eat chocolate.
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