Window

It's about time

It's official. I'm moving to Los Angeles. I had an Easter encounter which lead to random friendships and connections galore. I'll be living in Xanadu...and yes...Xanadu, like the movie.
My journey continues with a new turning point, an epiphany of sorts. I know what I'm meant to do, and I'm going to pursue the hell out of it. Wish me luck, it'll be a long road, but one I actually want to travel. If I call you, answer the damn phone...I'm calling for a good reason.

Scout's Secret

My roommates left me this weekend and headed to Puerto Rico, so, it's just me and Scout the rat. Scout and I have been spending some quality time today watching the NFL Draft and NBA Playoffs. I'm pretty sure Scout secretly loves watching sports and is equally as upset as I am that the Vikings didn't have a 1st. round draft pick this year. Scout told me to keep his devotion to the MN Vikings a secret from his parents. Scout also said he's more of an "upscale" type rat and he doesn't enjoy jam bands as much as pop songs. I suppose when rats rebel, they go all the way. I'm not saying anything to my roommates about this, they wouldn't believe me anyway.

The Commute to My Career

I suppose college is a time when normal people decide what they want to do for the rest of their life and spend the rest of their life building upon that decision. I don't know if I'm normal yet. I have a degree in Biology, yet I spent a good amount of my later years in education exploring that which is not exactly Scientific. I don't believe I was ever drawn to Science naturally. The subject itself did intrigue me at one time, however, the desire to prove to myself I could be successful in completing such a demanding and challenging degree was something I did to legitimize my education, not out of love for the subject.

So, here I am, thinking about my next move, but hesitant to really dive into what I might enjoy. I feel deeply obligated to continue in a direction where I know I have built up my skills and experience. It seems to be the quickest commute; I know the streets, the routine and expected time of arrival. The commute is easy, but I'm not sure I want it.

I'm just wondering if people go through this all the time, or if it's just me. We move away from our passions far too long, eventually the commute to pursue our desire suddenly becomes too far to drive and the possibility of being late is increased.

I don't know...I'm just thinking

To Those Who Wouldn't Know If I Had Gone Missing...

I'm fine. I'm not sleeping in my car or taking daily showers at the beach.
I've been to Big Bear about three times over the past two weeks helping my sister
with her new project (painting cabins).
Some pals in Long Beach have been gracious enough to let me take over their spare room while I nail down a place to live in Los Angeles (and if you're interested, there is a party tomorrow night to celebrate the 3.o birthday of kooter's wafer).
I'm still on the "search" and have re-focused my attention to Los Angeles County. As some of you know through my writings, I've loathed living in Orange County...it's a beautiful, comfortable, safe place...and perhaps I'll re-visit my options later in life, but for right now...I have no reason to remain there.
So there you go...
Here is an update for those who wouldn't know if I had gone missing...I'm fine.

Curb Side

When was the last time you slept in your car?
I've heard stories of long drives, late evenings, snowy conditions and rest stops. My favorite "slept in my car" story involves a drive up to Washington state, or perhaps a quick stop in Vegas in a friends driveway. Needless to say...I haven't really taken the time to enjoy the rare event of sleeping in one's car until this past Friday/Saturday. I loved it sooo much, I decided to make another go at it on Wed./Thurs.
There is so much one can learn, if they just take the time and energy to get to know their car. For instance, I've learned the backseat of my car has a gynormous "hump" in the middle; this causes severe strain and sharp pains to the back. The purplish tint on the rear windows do provide sufficient shading from the glaring streetlights, as well as conceal from patrolling police and or thieves. On Wed./Thurs. I slept in my drivers seat...fully reclining, this was more like sleeping in an airplane...first class.
If I ever decide to sleep in my car again, I will choose the passenger side...and turn on the butt warmer.

Guess Who's Out of A Job...

ME!!!
So...Now that I'm on the job search again...I thought it would be nice to take in some suggestions as to what you think would be a suitable placement for me.
If you could...please list 5 possibilities in ranking order 1-5 with 1 being first choice.

Kind of nice...the unemployment sessions with actual unemployment pay.