4th Grade, each student starting band lessons
We each talk with the conductor about what instrument we wished to play I really really knew the drums were what I wanted to play
however, one day I saw a 6th grader walking onto the schoolyard with his trombone case
The image of him carrying that oblong instrument looked really really cool
"Uh, maybe trombone" was my response to the conductor
"Wonderful" she said, informing me that her husband and her son also played the trombone as well as another really smart high schooler who was going to the Air Force Academy next year, all of whom I had seen play for Xmas at our church once a year
A few years later the conductor tells all of us in band that she was looking for some new drummers, and any student who wanted to switch the instruments they were learning should have a talk with her
Cool! Even though I was first chair of the trombone section, I still felt that initial urge to learn and play the drums.
No, she didn't encourage it for me since I was already doing well at the trombone, and was the first chair lead in fact. Darn. Oh well.
My family moved to Houston, Texas from Colorado 2 years later, and I continued to play with the band down there, but the best chair I got up to was 5th chair. 1 year later we moved to Iowa, and the best chair I got to was 3rd chair. 3 years later we moved back down to Texas, and by then I had quit playing the trombone in band the previous year. I was so upset with trying to keep up with new bands and conductors, I even got into a "fight" with the conductor in Iowa's son because he was trying to get me to go to choir practice one morning. I didn't want anything to do with music anymore. I won our "fight", acutually we wrestled in the front yard of my neighbor's house. He was trying to force me to go to the high school and try-out.
I had gone down to Texas one month earlier than my family, I wanted to be on the football team, which included starting full practices at the end of the summer. I wanted to be a part of the team of macho tough football heroes.
Years later, right after college, my college roommate and some other friends were looking for someone to be the lead singer in their upstart party cover band. No, I was done with music. But somehow I ended up getting involved anyway, thinking that it wouldn't last anyway, and I could make a point that starting a band wasn't going to work.
7 years later, my college roommate and I had been working together in that band, making several changes with the other musicians who played with us, the songs we played, where we played, how often. Of course, that childish boredom in me started to creep in again. Again I was tired of the numerous changes in band-members, and it eventually became a mutual understanding between my old college roommate and I that it was time for him to make a change with his lead-singer.
He also said he was tired of having to continually convince me that this band was a good thing to be doing, being self-employed and playing music. It wasn't perfect all the time as far as our tastes went, but he as the leader had a good network of clubs and parties to be booked regularly and a good steady cash flow had been established. I was not happy, I was bored, I wanted to do something different. I wanted to be behind the cameras on some film or TV show. My girlfriend at the time was determined to come to NYC at this time, and she encouraged me to go with her so I could give my dreams of what I wanted to do a shot. I then worked as a film camera assistant, film electric and grip, numerous production assistant jobs.
One day I got a job with a music studio that provided live band gear for big TV shows and concerts. I never thought about how telling this job was for me, it was just a job at the time. It was nice to go and deliver all of this gear to all of these well-known productions, but it was also gear for live music performances. Huh. Can't seem to get away from music can I.
Since then, I had become a member of a choir and a smaller folk-style singing group. Just had two rehearsals this past week, a Sunday morning performance yesterday, today am going to pick up one of my guitars I loaned to a friend who was one of the numerous band members that played with my college roommate and I, and just went to a benefit concert last week in The Village. What I think I don't wish for ...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
WHAT WAS WISHED FOR ONE YEAR
What I wanted for Xmas one young year
A Nike sport duffle bag
It didn't necessarily need to be Nike
But sporty
My grandmother heard about this wish before
she came to visit for the holiday
What she got for me that Xmas was a black "neo-leather" men's business suitcase-handbag
Apparently, I threw a fit, went and pouted in my room out of disappointment.
I didn't wish for a businessman's bag, I was only in the 4th grade and I just wanted a cool sport duffle bag
Word from my folks was that I didn't give anyone the exact description of what I was wishing for.
A few years later my cousins got the soundtrack LP albums to "Saturday Night Fever" and"Grease" for my brother and I for Xmas. We were thrilled as is displayed from the photo my mother had saved, my brother and I with beaming smiles and each holding the albums. Perhaps we (I at least) learn to make our wishes better known then. Nothing worth pouting over that year.
A Nike sport duffle bag
It didn't necessarily need to be Nike
But sporty
My grandmother heard about this wish before
she came to visit for the holiday
What she got for me that Xmas was a black "neo-leather" men's business suitcase-handbag
Apparently, I threw a fit, went and pouted in my room out of disappointment.
I didn't wish for a businessman's bag, I was only in the 4th grade and I just wanted a cool sport duffle bag
Word from my folks was that I didn't give anyone the exact description of what I was wishing for.
A few years later my cousins got the soundtrack LP albums to "Saturday Night Fever" and"Grease" for my brother and I for Xmas. We were thrilled as is displayed from the photo my mother had saved, my brother and I with beaming smiles and each holding the albums. Perhaps we (I at least) learn to make our wishes better known then. Nothing worth pouting over that year.
Playing to Our Wishes
Playing to Our Wishes
or
What I don't wish for
or
Gotta have my own space, kids
Interesting seeing the trend of advertising, mailings, spam, sales calls that we receive more often as of late
Get rich quick schemes
Free, no obligation government grants
Free literature on how to become like the "secret" society of powerful money managing, world-changing circles
Nothing's for Free as we all learn earlier on
through our "credit-worthy" years just out of college
"No", was my answer not long ago to somebody promissing a no-obligation
$30,000 grant from some federal agency,
I'd be damned if I was going to give them any account routing numbers
so they could make a direct "deposit"
Got a 10-page detailed letter describing details of literature
to receive information on how to learn the basic fundamentals of
becoming part of the "secret" powerful circles of money-makers
Although they wanted me to mail back my positive confirmation that
"Yes, send me your packet/s of informative materials on how I can
learn the secrets of the powers of the world's most...powerful people.
"But have to send it in by 1-29-05 to receive their secrets.
The mail only delivered this notice of 10-pages of rambling excuses to convince me to send my postive response, yesterday 1-27-05.
I can tell them, would like to write back to them in a 20-page
rambling sequence of my excuses that "NO, I don't care to receive
your list of tactics to become part of any SECRET circles of power.
I already know the essentials, proven fundamentals:
1. 'a penny saved a penny earned' - (I didn't spend a damn penny today, so I still have a penny in my account, meaning I saved a penny today!)
2. 'nothing's for free' - (Giving any access to my bank account, even
under the guise of it being a simple free deposit is a very hard cost potentially in the future to discover that I have no more pennies that
were saved at various times of saving pennies)
Also it's interesting to see the "appeal" of televsion reality
shows like "The Apprentice". Compete in "real-life" competitions
to run simple business ventures to impress a self-made billionaire
where the final winning contestant earns a high-dollar making job
working for that billionaire. Well, if these young emotionally charged and obviously inmature
individuals were already successful business people, why would
they take any vacations away from their businesses to compete on
what is essentially a TV game show. First of all, I wouldn't trust
any of these people to run any business if they're taking breaks
from their successful careers and clients, and I wouldn't trust
these emotionally charged people to cooperate in any fashion with
other businesses. I did learn some tricks, or I reinforced basic business fundamentals that all of these latest media-trends are playing towards us.
I saved my pennies, and I trust that my pennies that I've saved will
remain up to balance tomorrow because I didn't fall for any
get-rich free money grants...and I also realized that I did a service
to somebody else's economics by spending time watching the paid-for advertising segments of that really stupid TV show about a bunch of previously successful but presently incompetent business-managers squabble over minute personality conflicts, and fire each other from their competitive game-show positions. I don't wish to be manipulated through money-making schemes, nor do I wish to be manipulated by fear of losing any potential job offers. I don't wish to be teased by any of these grossly ridiculous schemes. I don't wish to run my life through the attraction of money. Got my basics, got my little pennies. I have all that I need. I also have learned to screen phone calls, throw away mail/email I'm not expecting, and have spam and pop-up blockers on my internet connections.
P.S. - Of course, out of suspicion, I wonder what schemes will come about when people have learned to get through screening of phone calls, pop-up and spam blocking. Nothing to fear, just annoying disturbances like a bunch of emotionally charged kids trying to make an impression. I suppose I am also learning to be a parent, even though I don't have any children, through all of this. I wish these "children" would stop making so much noise, go do their own homework, and stop asking me for everything. I wouldn't be the most giving of parents, I wouldn't be mean, but "gotta have my own space, kids."
or
What I don't wish for
or
Gotta have my own space, kids
Interesting seeing the trend of advertising, mailings, spam, sales calls that we receive more often as of late
Get rich quick schemes
Free, no obligation government grants
Free literature on how to become like the "secret" society of powerful money managing, world-changing circles
Nothing's for Free as we all learn earlier on
through our "credit-worthy" years just out of college
"No", was my answer not long ago to somebody promissing a no-obligation
$30,000 grant from some federal agency,
I'd be damned if I was going to give them any account routing numbers
so they could make a direct "deposit"
Got a 10-page detailed letter describing details of literature
to receive information on how to learn the basic fundamentals of
becoming part of the "secret" powerful circles of money-makers
Although they wanted me to mail back my positive confirmation that
"Yes, send me your packet/s of informative materials on how I can
learn the secrets of the powers of the world's most...powerful people.
"But have to send it in by 1-29-05 to receive their secrets.
The mail only delivered this notice of 10-pages of rambling excuses to convince me to send my postive response, yesterday 1-27-05.
I can tell them, would like to write back to them in a 20-page
rambling sequence of my excuses that "NO, I don't care to receive
your list of tactics to become part of any SECRET circles of power.
I already know the essentials, proven fundamentals:
1. 'a penny saved a penny earned' - (I didn't spend a damn penny today, so I still have a penny in my account, meaning I saved a penny today!)
2. 'nothing's for free' - (Giving any access to my bank account, even
under the guise of it being a simple free deposit is a very hard cost potentially in the future to discover that I have no more pennies that
were saved at various times of saving pennies)
Also it's interesting to see the "appeal" of televsion reality
shows like "The Apprentice". Compete in "real-life" competitions
to run simple business ventures to impress a self-made billionaire
where the final winning contestant earns a high-dollar making job
working for that billionaire. Well, if these young emotionally charged and obviously inmature
individuals were already successful business people, why would
they take any vacations away from their businesses to compete on
what is essentially a TV game show. First of all, I wouldn't trust
any of these people to run any business if they're taking breaks
from their successful careers and clients, and I wouldn't trust
these emotionally charged people to cooperate in any fashion with
other businesses. I did learn some tricks, or I reinforced basic business fundamentals that all of these latest media-trends are playing towards us.
I saved my pennies, and I trust that my pennies that I've saved will
remain up to balance tomorrow because I didn't fall for any
get-rich free money grants...and I also realized that I did a service
to somebody else's economics by spending time watching the paid-for advertising segments of that really stupid TV show about a bunch of previously successful but presently incompetent business-managers squabble over minute personality conflicts, and fire each other from their competitive game-show positions. I don't wish to be manipulated through money-making schemes, nor do I wish to be manipulated by fear of losing any potential job offers. I don't wish to be teased by any of these grossly ridiculous schemes. I don't wish to run my life through the attraction of money. Got my basics, got my little pennies. I have all that I need. I also have learned to screen phone calls, throw away mail/email I'm not expecting, and have spam and pop-up blockers on my internet connections.
P.S. - Of course, out of suspicion, I wonder what schemes will come about when people have learned to get through screening of phone calls, pop-up and spam blocking. Nothing to fear, just annoying disturbances like a bunch of emotionally charged kids trying to make an impression. I suppose I am also learning to be a parent, even though I don't have any children, through all of this. I wish these "children" would stop making so much noise, go do their own homework, and stop asking me for everything. I wouldn't be the most giving of parents, I wouldn't be mean, but "gotta have my own space, kids."
My Movie Stars
are most likely those who create the movies...
those who write the stories...
those who direct the actors and actresses...
and place the cameras, lighting and design the sets...
The Auteurs, The Authors of Movies are my Movie Stars
Although I couldn’t argue having a quiet romantic evening with
Katherine Ross, Sean Young, or even Daryl Hannah’s characters
Perhaps like when I was choosing a college to attend,
I hadn't yet decided on my "chosen" profession or
skill involved in making movies
I haven't even been actively pursuing a career in
the movies after a few times as a Camera Assistant, an Electric
and a Film Grip. Although a friend's ex-girlfriend
came to visit in NYC this past Xmas, she works for
FOX Films out in Los Angeles and we've somehow stayed
in touch over the years. But I hate Los Angeles.
Love NYC. Was out seeing some friends play with their
band at a club last year, and afterwards a young couple
approached me asking about my degree at UT since they
also had gotten degrees with the same Film department.
The young lady asked me what was my favorite class,
and as soon as I mentioned the class titled "The American Dream",
we all raised our arms and talked about how great that class and
professor Ramirez was.
The fact that I have these
photos and notes on links at the bottom of my emails,
and have been recontacted by people with similar
interests brings back a lot of youthful memories.
I do remember another professor telling our class of Narrative
Strategies that to be a filmmaker, one should practice the art of
writing. And to write, write, write, write, and write.
I understood, but I've never taken that to heart fully.
I did write a short screenplay for a short story from a
science-fiction magazine that I was intrigued by when in school.
That was fun, a lot of work, I never did anything with it but had
sent it to the friend's ex out in L.A. several years ago
when I first heard she was working for a major Film company.
Sunday night watched "Homeland Security" on
regular broadcast. I was skeptical, but stuck with
it after it started, since it looked well-produced, well-acted,
adventurous, and because it was a true storyline that touched
everyone, especially those of us in NYC. Was the first time
I felt I could sit and watch a drama on the subject of that
time from a somewhat objective view.
I was hooked into it and am today glad I took the chance
at watching the made for TV drama based on real lifeevents.
Additional notes I remember:
Farah Fawcett was rumoredly also an alumnus of U. of Texas
Richard Linklater also a U.Texas alum who worked on an oil rig
in the Gulf of Mexico to make money to finanace
his debut filmmaking career with "Slacker"
(and the money apparently is good for guys who go
down to help with the rigs)
In NYC I worked at S.I.R. Studios providing backline musical
gear and P.A. equipment for numerous broadcast shows in NYC.
David Letterman, Conan O'Brien, Saturday Night Live, the Grammy
Awards at Radio City Music Hall, etc...
I briefly met the singer Bjork
once backstage at Saturday Night Live eating snacks at the
guest's buffet. We didn't talk, but she smiled really
thankfully when I let her cut in front of me.
Another legendary Movie Star, I rode in a loading dock elevator
with Joe Pesci while I was delivering a keyboard up to Elton
John's hotel suite in Manhattan. Mr. Pesci and I were riding
up above the tenth floor, but we first were stopped by another
resident at the first floor. The new resident had been out
jogging, was out of breath and sweaty, and rides up only one
more floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed - so Mr. Pesci,
his party of people and myself could continue up to our intended
destinations higher up - out of Mr. Pesci's mouth blurts a comment
about the excercising passenger who interrupted our ride for one
measly floor. I wanted to bust out laughing, but kept a sense
of my own decorum. Inside my mind I was thinking how cool
that was to hear Joe Pesci speak of words and a tone that only
he is known for, at least in the cinematic world. Made my year.
those who write the stories...
those who direct the actors and actresses...
and place the cameras, lighting and design the sets...
The Auteurs, The Authors of Movies are my Movie Stars
Although I couldn’t argue having a quiet romantic evening with
Katherine Ross, Sean Young, or even Daryl Hannah’s characters
Perhaps like when I was choosing a college to attend,
I hadn't yet decided on my "chosen" profession or
skill involved in making movies
I haven't even been actively pursuing a career in
the movies after a few times as a Camera Assistant, an Electric
and a Film Grip. Although a friend's ex-girlfriend
came to visit in NYC this past Xmas, she works for
FOX Films out in Los Angeles and we've somehow stayed
in touch over the years. But I hate Los Angeles.
Love NYC. Was out seeing some friends play with their
band at a club last year, and afterwards a young couple
approached me asking about my degree at UT since they
also had gotten degrees with the same Film department.
The young lady asked me what was my favorite class,
and as soon as I mentioned the class titled "The American Dream",
we all raised our arms and talked about how great that class and
professor Ramirez was.
The fact that I have these
photos and notes on links at the bottom of my emails,
and have been recontacted by people with similar
interests brings back a lot of youthful memories.
I do remember another professor telling our class of Narrative
Strategies that to be a filmmaker, one should practice the art of
writing. And to write, write, write, write, and write.
I understood, but I've never taken that to heart fully.
I did write a short screenplay for a short story from a
science-fiction magazine that I was intrigued by when in school.
That was fun, a lot of work, I never did anything with it but had
sent it to the friend's ex out in L.A. several years ago
when I first heard she was working for a major Film company.
Sunday night watched "Homeland Security" on
regular broadcast. I was skeptical, but stuck with
it after it started, since it looked well-produced, well-acted,
adventurous, and because it was a true storyline that touched
everyone, especially those of us in NYC. Was the first time
I felt I could sit and watch a drama on the subject of that
time from a somewhat objective view.
I was hooked into it and am today glad I took the chance
at watching the made for TV drama based on real lifeevents.
Additional notes I remember:
Farah Fawcett was rumoredly also an alumnus of U. of Texas
Richard Linklater also a U.Texas alum who worked on an oil rig
in the Gulf of Mexico to make money to finanace
his debut filmmaking career with "Slacker"
(and the money apparently is good for guys who go
down to help with the rigs)
In NYC I worked at S.I.R. Studios providing backline musical
gear and P.A. equipment for numerous broadcast shows in NYC.
David Letterman, Conan O'Brien, Saturday Night Live, the Grammy
Awards at Radio City Music Hall, etc...
I briefly met the singer Bjork
once backstage at Saturday Night Live eating snacks at the
guest's buffet. We didn't talk, but she smiled really
thankfully when I let her cut in front of me.
Another legendary Movie Star, I rode in a loading dock elevator
with Joe Pesci while I was delivering a keyboard up to Elton
John's hotel suite in Manhattan. Mr. Pesci and I were riding
up above the tenth floor, but we first were stopped by another
resident at the first floor. The new resident had been out
jogging, was out of breath and sweaty, and rides up only one
more floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed - so Mr. Pesci,
his party of people and myself could continue up to our intended
destinations higher up - out of Mr. Pesci's mouth blurts a comment
about the excercising passenger who interrupted our ride for one
measly floor. I wanted to bust out laughing, but kept a sense
of my own decorum. Inside my mind I was thinking how cool
that was to hear Joe Pesci speak of words and a tone that only
he is known for, at least in the cinematic world. Made my year.
INDECISIVENESS
When indecisiveness occurs
there is a lack of confidence, a lack of no fear
a pessimistic outlook takes over, and other’s cynical/pessimistic opinions and attitudes seem to take on more value than one instinctively knows are not a positive or productive way to move forward
leads to self doubt
leads to regarding the self as incapable, incompetent, uncommitted, unworthy, undeserving, marking the self as a loser
the kind nature one might have at this point will back away from stepping on anyone’s toes, and opt to make the self suffer first, letting somebody else enjoy the victory and let them have the “gold star”
even carry a guilt trip for being involved in the midst of a bad experience
leads to lack of fortitude and purpose, responsibility, accountability
and a lack of action on own accord without a desperate need to do so, or without someone else’s prodding
lack of confidence in own mindset leads to relying on others’ opinions on what to do, what should be done
which leads to additional confusion, unsurity, and insecurity
leads to blindness about what/if to do anything at all
leads to an image of weakness for failure to make decisions quickly and follow through a complete thought-out plan
turns into our acceptance of and surrendering to those labels of weakness, incompetence, unknowledgeable and finally giving in to and deciding to live with (up to) that label
all this builds up to that person’s entire personality surrendering to a state of confusion, frustration, anger, bitterness, becoming isolated
we reach a point where we decide to control HOW we deal with those feelings of isolation and which paths we lead on to, asking the question do we learn to stay focused
no matter what obstacles or opinions are in front of us
learn to take into account the good and positive qualities in us, to never discount those positive things that we’ve allowed the negatives to overwhelm
we learn to give up our share in contol, to trust that things may be different but it’s OK for us to allow things to fall into place after we’re confident we’ve made all the necessary preparations and assessments and made a DECISION
there is a lack of confidence, a lack of no fear
a pessimistic outlook takes over, and other’s cynical/pessimistic opinions and attitudes seem to take on more value than one instinctively knows are not a positive or productive way to move forward
leads to self doubt
leads to regarding the self as incapable, incompetent, uncommitted, unworthy, undeserving, marking the self as a loser
the kind nature one might have at this point will back away from stepping on anyone’s toes, and opt to make the self suffer first, letting somebody else enjoy the victory and let them have the “gold star”
even carry a guilt trip for being involved in the midst of a bad experience
leads to lack of fortitude and purpose, responsibility, accountability
and a lack of action on own accord without a desperate need to do so, or without someone else’s prodding
lack of confidence in own mindset leads to relying on others’ opinions on what to do, what should be done
which leads to additional confusion, unsurity, and insecurity
leads to blindness about what/if to do anything at all
leads to an image of weakness for failure to make decisions quickly and follow through a complete thought-out plan
turns into our acceptance of and surrendering to those labels of weakness, incompetence, unknowledgeable and finally giving in to and deciding to live with (up to) that label
all this builds up to that person’s entire personality surrendering to a state of confusion, frustration, anger, bitterness, becoming isolated
we reach a point where we decide to control HOW we deal with those feelings of isolation and which paths we lead on to, asking the question do we learn to stay focused
no matter what obstacles or opinions are in front of us
learn to take into account the good and positive qualities in us, to never discount those positive things that we’ve allowed the negatives to overwhelm
we learn to give up our share in contol, to trust that things may be different but it’s OK for us to allow things to fall into place after we’re confident we’ve made all the necessary preparations and assessments and made a DECISION
Fear, within me
I remember you saying, once approved it'll last forever
but now that you're away
what will we believe
now we can't rely on anything you would say
Now I fear
going to those places of memory
as if I were returning
to the scene of a crime
Now I live
in constant expectation of bad news
always intent to look over the shoulder
paranoid of living in a police-state
Now somebody new
questions
why live in fear
why speak of it
and I have to bite my tongue
I have to consider my words
to not lose hope
and continue common everyday civilities
am now emotionally frozen
I expect to be sinking hard
from now on
part of an expected
daily venture
to kid
everyone now who questions
the kid
especially me
but now that you're away
what will we believe
now we can't rely on anything you would say
Now I fear
going to those places of memory
as if I were returning
to the scene of a crime
Now I live
in constant expectation of bad news
always intent to look over the shoulder
paranoid of living in a police-state
Now somebody new
questions
why live in fear
why speak of it
and I have to bite my tongue
I have to consider my words
to not lose hope
and continue common everyday civilities
am now emotionally frozen
I expect to be sinking hard
from now on
part of an expected
daily venture
to kid
everyone now who questions
the kid
especially me
resume for JackOTrade
Experiences: listing of jobs that always seem to come about by accident, never gotten through the traditional means of networking nor interviewing techiniques that so many help/support job clubs are programmed to shove down our throats
Internet Boom Job
- balanced a proprietary client’s strict guidlines for its gov’t restrictions of
monitoring and hosting of internet services.- a new Competetive Local
Exchange Carrier’s expanding and growing business dedicated primarily
to establishing its sales image
- lack of engineering support for a complex backend of systems and
software that were initially expensive to put in production, expensive to
upgrade and maintain without extensive training and knowledge, and
were also prime for the numerous incompatibilities of the continuous
accumulation of new products on the market
- not a job that ever would have been of interest except for the fact that
after getting fired from from previous job, unfairly mind you, and
hearing about this “opportunity” from another guy who got fired from
that same job, but who always stayed in contact with the staff by coming
in to sell marijuana.
... in actuality this came about at a time when money and finding a new place to live were priorities, the second time this situation came about. A true NYC experience. Family was proud that I had gotten a job in computers which at the time was a hot field to be involved in, it was an impressive and important responsibility, was a test of my determination to make the most of this opportunity, learn what I could, and have a legitimate corporate environment experience. Sadly this job was coming to an (amicable) end in the fall of 2001, after I was diagnosed with a disability in the Spring, 2 months after I had made a trip to reunite with a sibling in Alaska, and after a disastrous and terrifying act of war on our country that occurred six weeks previous to the final ending of this job, all of which including an interview during the Spring at the WTC North Tower 77th floor prompted countless sessions with a therapist to deal with loss of work, loss of health, loss of the magic of the city…loss of everything.
Dream job in world of entertainment
- exiciting opportunity to work with and around many notorious
entertainment personalities, shows, and thus annoyingly brag to old
friends and family back West.
- continued to associate with people who like to smoke and drink thus
continuing to build and reinforce the bad habits obtained towards the
end of previous job, and ultimately burning any dreams or care of what
was idealized in the B.S. (bullshit) throwaway degree that would
sarcastically label its earner as a professional “basket-weaver”.
...in actuality, was a nice way to be introduced to NYC, a nice way to cap
off the previous experience as a performer, a wonderful experience to work at what I would have perceived as the perfect dream job introducing me to the technical support environment for the #2 coast/market of production, and additionally was a relief (and reward) at a time when I was breaking off a relationship (amicably) and searching for a new residence. A remarkable transitional period.
Self-fulfillment job
- received countless commendations for being talented and a regularly
anticipated performer
- met many nice young ladies, didn’t settle for one that will always remain
in the back of the mind as “the one”
- started to drink, smoke, didn’t learn any practical experiences that would
lead to practical career advancement opportunities, but lead more to a
jaded and isolated personality (one would brag that they were on a few
occasions interrupted at dinner in public by so-called
“admirers”)...the ending result being that none of the nice young lady
companions would be stupid enough to have stayed involved with a
burned-out old rock-and-roller type (including justifiably) the one lady
whom this rock-and-roller decided was the final conquest and moved
to a large distant city with but broke off their relationship due to the
inability of that jaded rock-and-roller’s capacity to meet the everyday
necessities of any respectable companion.
B.S. (BullShit) Degree in watching TV, film and listening to music
- perfect for the youth of the TV generation, a person who spent way too
much time watching television growing up
- a waste of opportunity to get a decent college education and family
resources as well as what was at the time a very affordable and low-cost expense of tuition
- has absolutely no benefit other than this person luckily received a
degree after having countless drinking episodes that called for meetings
with the Resident Counselor and the Dean of Housing- lucky also in that
this person stupidly and defiantly went against his past reputation for
doin well in school and achieved a meager Grade Point Average when
letting grades slip after knowingly ignoring drop deadlines
...in actuality, learned about the storyline processes and qualities of production that make productions critically acclaimed in cultural and acadmic environments.
CERTIFICATES OF AUTHENTICITY, HONORABLE-MENTION AND PARTICIPANT AWARDS
(about, like, Schmidt’s tokens)
Internet Boom Job
- balanced a proprietary client’s strict guidlines for its gov’t restrictions of
monitoring and hosting of internet services.- a new Competetive Local
Exchange Carrier’s expanding and growing business dedicated primarily
to establishing its sales image
- lack of engineering support for a complex backend of systems and
software that were initially expensive to put in production, expensive to
upgrade and maintain without extensive training and knowledge, and
were also prime for the numerous incompatibilities of the continuous
accumulation of new products on the market
- not a job that ever would have been of interest except for the fact that
after getting fired from from previous job, unfairly mind you, and
hearing about this “opportunity” from another guy who got fired from
that same job, but who always stayed in contact with the staff by coming
in to sell marijuana.
... in actuality this came about at a time when money and finding a new place to live were priorities, the second time this situation came about. A true NYC experience. Family was proud that I had gotten a job in computers which at the time was a hot field to be involved in, it was an impressive and important responsibility, was a test of my determination to make the most of this opportunity, learn what I could, and have a legitimate corporate environment experience. Sadly this job was coming to an (amicable) end in the fall of 2001, after I was diagnosed with a disability in the Spring, 2 months after I had made a trip to reunite with a sibling in Alaska, and after a disastrous and terrifying act of war on our country that occurred six weeks previous to the final ending of this job, all of which including an interview during the Spring at the WTC North Tower 77th floor prompted countless sessions with a therapist to deal with loss of work, loss of health, loss of the magic of the city…loss of everything.
Dream job in world of entertainment
- exiciting opportunity to work with and around many notorious
entertainment personalities, shows, and thus annoyingly brag to old
friends and family back West.
- continued to associate with people who like to smoke and drink thus
continuing to build and reinforce the bad habits obtained towards the
end of previous job, and ultimately burning any dreams or care of what
was idealized in the B.S. (bullshit) throwaway degree that would
sarcastically label its earner as a professional “basket-weaver”.
...in actuality, was a nice way to be introduced to NYC, a nice way to cap
off the previous experience as a performer, a wonderful experience to work at what I would have perceived as the perfect dream job introducing me to the technical support environment for the #2 coast/market of production, and additionally was a relief (and reward) at a time when I was breaking off a relationship (amicably) and searching for a new residence. A remarkable transitional period.
Self-fulfillment job
- received countless commendations for being talented and a regularly
anticipated performer
- met many nice young ladies, didn’t settle for one that will always remain
in the back of the mind as “the one”
- started to drink, smoke, didn’t learn any practical experiences that would
lead to practical career advancement opportunities, but lead more to a
jaded and isolated personality (one would brag that they were on a few
occasions interrupted at dinner in public by so-called
“admirers”)...the ending result being that none of the nice young lady
companions would be stupid enough to have stayed involved with a
burned-out old rock-and-roller type (including justifiably) the one lady
whom this rock-and-roller decided was the final conquest and moved
to a large distant city with but broke off their relationship due to the
inability of that jaded rock-and-roller’s capacity to meet the everyday
necessities of any respectable companion.
B.S. (BullShit) Degree in watching TV, film and listening to music
- perfect for the youth of the TV generation, a person who spent way too
much time watching television growing up
- a waste of opportunity to get a decent college education and family
resources as well as what was at the time a very affordable and low-cost expense of tuition
- has absolutely no benefit other than this person luckily received a
degree after having countless drinking episodes that called for meetings
with the Resident Counselor and the Dean of Housing- lucky also in that
this person stupidly and defiantly went against his past reputation for
doin well in school and achieved a meager Grade Point Average when
letting grades slip after knowingly ignoring drop deadlines
...in actuality, learned about the storyline processes and qualities of production that make productions critically acclaimed in cultural and acadmic environments.
CERTIFICATES OF AUTHENTICITY, HONORABLE-MENTION AND PARTICIPANT AWARDS
(about, like, Schmidt’s tokens)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)