Two days of actual teaching left; two sets of conferences in which I will mainly administer a questionnaire and answer student questions; and the final class, for which I plan to bring bagels and cream cheese, and play Taboo with students.
This week is running me ragged. Work for school and of course administrative end-of-program things on top of it. Getting ready for the Live Adventure this weekend - costuming, packing, remembering things like new batteries for the flashlights, and checking the air mattress for any leaks (there aren't any, thankfully). My ankle is feeling well enough for me to dance at the Bardic Circle. I bought a lovely purple belly dance costume with silver trim (similar to this one), and I've chosen a piece of music that is slow enough for me to dance to without killing myself. There are some moves, namely ones that torque the ankle or involve going up on my toes, that I cannot do, but there are plenty of things I can do.
Some disturbing news from mom last night; it seems her right lung is again starting to fill with fluid. She is drinking too much liquid, since her body can't eliminate it. I spoke with her doctor today and he had a practical attitude toward keeping things nominal for her, thankfully. I have contacted a local assisted living place and will visit there next weekend. I am hoping we can get her in there by end of September at the very latest. Let's hope and pray.
I am exhausted, utterly, but it's okay. This weekend will be delightful, and I have Monday off (although I'm supposed to go to Mom's so it's not really a day "off"). But that's okay, too, because with the close of the summer program, I will have a lot more time to myself after I get out of work at the chorch. No more work in the evenings, lesson plans, grading, etc. At least until the semester starts and I teach the screenwriting class that will take away whatever is left of my life outside of work and family.
I desperately need sleep now. Kthxbai.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Bond - James Bond
One of my students mentioned James Bond in class today, and it put me in mind of my favorite Bond theme songs. There are the top two:
I admit to not seeing the more recent Bond movies. I got bored. Give me classic Connery or early Moore, before they made Bond all smarmy.
Worst Bond themes EVER (it's a tie, folks, I can't decide which one turns my stomach more): Octopussy and Moonraker (so bad I won't even post them here. Go find them at YouTube if you want your ears to bleed out.)
I admit to not seeing the more recent Bond movies. I got bored. Give me classic Connery or early Moore, before they made Bond all smarmy.
Worst Bond themes EVER (it's a tie, folks, I can't decide which one turns my stomach more): Octopussy and Moonraker (so bad I won't even post them here. Go find them at YouTube if you want your ears to bleed out.)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sicko
It's confirmed: I have indeed drifted into the arena of the unwell. Came home directly after class today and have been horizontal on the futon save for going to the can and checking email 2 times. I need to get back to the futon now, as a matter of fact.
Plus, I am hungry. FEED ME!
Bonus - I got to see Sylvia Browne on Montel.
Plus, I am hungry. FEED ME!
Bonus - I got to see Sylvia Browne on Montel.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I am really feeling the burn out, in fact I think I'm coming down with something. That or it's a severe case of PMS. I've had a headache for 2 days, and now I'm feeling woozy and achey and sleepy and sore throaty.
I have ordered Chinese food from our favorite place and I can't wait for my won ton soup and Amazing Chicken. I need spicy to knock it out of me! Bizarro of course had me order his usual (PMP, you can recite this by heart, can't you?): chicken wings and shrimp lo mein.
So today one of the teachers approached me and asked if I would take his students for our class on Thursday, since he has to take his mom to the hospital for a procedure. I said no problem, because they're all watching the same movie tomorrow night and Thursday's class will be deconstructing the film (i.e. pretty much the same lesson plans all around). I really don't mind doing this at all, except for the fact that my room is quite small and crowded already, so I'm not sure how we'll manage the space. But we'll manage.
I have to say the overall collegiality of my colleagues in this summer program has been outstanding. It makes things soooooooooo much easier when you feel like you're part of a team and it's not forced down your gob WE ARE A TEAM so go take the Myers-Briggs and report back to the TEAM so that we can pick apart your personality. Oooops, did I just go there? Yes, I believe I did. Well, as I think I've said before, it's just really affirming to have such a positive experience teaching ESL after the last two debacles since moving to New York State.
My only complaint, and it's a mild one at that, is that sometimes the communication from the top down is a bit confusing. I showed up 30 minutes late to a meeting last Friday because I was apparently the only one who didn't get the memo that our meeting was now at 11:30 instead of 12:00. No body cared and I wasn't in any trouble, but I hate being late and I felt like a schmuck. There was some similar confusion as to the place of the movie we're watching tomorrow night, but I was smart this time and followed up more aggressively to make sure I knew what was going on. Next week there is a little ceremony where the students get their certificates for completing the program, and it was announced to us late last week that we teachers had to go. This happens to be the night before our last day, which is also the night before our big trip to the Live Adventure, which means it's a crazy night of packing, last minute Target runs, and for me, some specific henna tatoos for my character. God knows how much longer I will be on campus with this shindig I have to attend. I mentioned politely to my boss that it would be helpful to have these things scheduled and communicated early on and she agreed (it wasn't coming from her, but from the people who run the entire summer college program, of which we are one sliver).
Anyway, other than those minor annoyances, I am so pleased with how the summer is going. In fact, I would love to do this every summer, but with the new hours at the chorch job, I don't know if it will be possible.
Speaking of the chorch job, I am nervous. If they can't give me a significant increase in pay starting in January, I am screwed for money and will have to find something else to do. A full time job needs to pay the bills; if it doesn't, then I have to go elsewhere. It's one of those stressful items I have had to keep on the back burner, but I keep lifting the lid to check on it and that only seems to make it worse. I want to get some real idea of what I will be doing - as usual - so that I'm not making it up on the fly.
Where's that Chinese food?
I have ordered Chinese food from our favorite place and I can't wait for my won ton soup and Amazing Chicken. I need spicy to knock it out of me! Bizarro of course had me order his usual (PMP, you can recite this by heart, can't you?): chicken wings and shrimp lo mein.
So today one of the teachers approached me and asked if I would take his students for our class on Thursday, since he has to take his mom to the hospital for a procedure. I said no problem, because they're all watching the same movie tomorrow night and Thursday's class will be deconstructing the film (i.e. pretty much the same lesson plans all around). I really don't mind doing this at all, except for the fact that my room is quite small and crowded already, so I'm not sure how we'll manage the space. But we'll manage.
I have to say the overall collegiality of my colleagues in this summer program has been outstanding. It makes things soooooooooo much easier when you feel like you're part of a team and it's not forced down your gob WE ARE A TEAM so go take the Myers-Briggs and report back to the TEAM so that we can pick apart your personality. Oooops, did I just go there? Yes, I believe I did. Well, as I think I've said before, it's just really affirming to have such a positive experience teaching ESL after the last two debacles since moving to New York State.
My only complaint, and it's a mild one at that, is that sometimes the communication from the top down is a bit confusing. I showed up 30 minutes late to a meeting last Friday because I was apparently the only one who didn't get the memo that our meeting was now at 11:30 instead of 12:00. No body cared and I wasn't in any trouble, but I hate being late and I felt like a schmuck. There was some similar confusion as to the place of the movie we're watching tomorrow night, but I was smart this time and followed up more aggressively to make sure I knew what was going on. Next week there is a little ceremony where the students get their certificates for completing the program, and it was announced to us late last week that we teachers had to go. This happens to be the night before our last day, which is also the night before our big trip to the Live Adventure, which means it's a crazy night of packing, last minute Target runs, and for me, some specific henna tatoos for my character. God knows how much longer I will be on campus with this shindig I have to attend. I mentioned politely to my boss that it would be helpful to have these things scheduled and communicated early on and she agreed (it wasn't coming from her, but from the people who run the entire summer college program, of which we are one sliver).
Anyway, other than those minor annoyances, I am so pleased with how the summer is going. In fact, I would love to do this every summer, but with the new hours at the chorch job, I don't know if it will be possible.
Speaking of the chorch job, I am nervous. If they can't give me a significant increase in pay starting in January, I am screwed for money and will have to find something else to do. A full time job needs to pay the bills; if it doesn't, then I have to go elsewhere. It's one of those stressful items I have had to keep on the back burner, but I keep lifting the lid to check on it and that only seems to make it worse. I want to get some real idea of what I will be doing - as usual - so that I'm not making it up on the fly.
Where's that Chinese food?
After days of muggy, steamy, hot, humid, rainy, sticky yuck, this morning is cool and not so damp. I have the windows open for the first time in days, and it feels good.
Mom is doing better at home, and I am eternally grateful for the home nurses who are coming in to check on her multiple times per week. Her in-home PT and OT should begin soon, as well.
I really am feeling the burn-out of the summer program. We're now into week 5, with one week to go. I can't imagine a program lasting longer than 6 weeks (PMP- how do you do it??). I was thinking yesterday on my way home that I"m not convinced of the pedagogical soundness of these intensive summer language courses, esp. the ones that are supposed to replace a year's worth of work. I was talking to an office mate who is a PhD candidate doing a year's worth of Greek in 6 weeks. What the hell? How is that possible? It's beginning Greek, too, working with grammar and all the millions of exceptions to the rules.
I wonder how effective it is for students who DO get burned out after 3-4 weeks of intensive study, and also how effective the teachers are in the classroom at the mid-program point. We get burned out, too, and I could tell yesterday I wasn't as focused in class and had a harder time explaining things. Conferences were even more difficult yesterday. (Every day I conference with 4 students such that I meet with each of them twice a week to work on their drafts.) After awhile I feel like I can't read, write or speak my own language!
So at this point I have to ask - what is the point of doing 6 weeks when students and teachers seem to burn out at 4? How much actual learning is going on? I suppose if I were to graph it, there would be a spike around week 3 or 4, then a continual drop off for weeks 5-6. Of course I have no hard data to back that up; I'm just going by what I'm experiencing and what other teachers in the program are reporting.
*shrug*
Yesterday I went to my 2nd PT session for my ankle. I have been advised to go to some swanky sneaker store and pay gobs of money for "good" shoes to fit my feet. The PT was not impressed with my orthotic inserts, nor with my $75 flip flops with the arch and heel support. Oddly enough, the only time my feet don't hurt is when wearing said flip flops or orthotics in my (cheap) sneakers. Apparently that's not good enough, however.
He also diagnosed me with plantar's fasciatis, which I already knew about, but unlike the chiropractor who diagnosed it years ago, this guy is actually doing something about it - exercises and whatnot. He started rambling off a list of "things" I have wrong with my feet and lower leg muscles. So apparently I'm a mess.
What else is new?
I suppose I should get some work done this morning. I really feel like staying in bed all morning...
Mom is doing better at home, and I am eternally grateful for the home nurses who are coming in to check on her multiple times per week. Her in-home PT and OT should begin soon, as well.
I really am feeling the burn-out of the summer program. We're now into week 5, with one week to go. I can't imagine a program lasting longer than 6 weeks (PMP- how do you do it??). I was thinking yesterday on my way home that I"m not convinced of the pedagogical soundness of these intensive summer language courses, esp. the ones that are supposed to replace a year's worth of work. I was talking to an office mate who is a PhD candidate doing a year's worth of Greek in 6 weeks. What the hell? How is that possible? It's beginning Greek, too, working with grammar and all the millions of exceptions to the rules.
I wonder how effective it is for students who DO get burned out after 3-4 weeks of intensive study, and also how effective the teachers are in the classroom at the mid-program point. We get burned out, too, and I could tell yesterday I wasn't as focused in class and had a harder time explaining things. Conferences were even more difficult yesterday. (Every day I conference with 4 students such that I meet with each of them twice a week to work on their drafts.) After awhile I feel like I can't read, write or speak my own language!
So at this point I have to ask - what is the point of doing 6 weeks when students and teachers seem to burn out at 4? How much actual learning is going on? I suppose if I were to graph it, there would be a spike around week 3 or 4, then a continual drop off for weeks 5-6. Of course I have no hard data to back that up; I'm just going by what I'm experiencing and what other teachers in the program are reporting.
*shrug*
Yesterday I went to my 2nd PT session for my ankle. I have been advised to go to some swanky sneaker store and pay gobs of money for "good" shoes to fit my feet. The PT was not impressed with my orthotic inserts, nor with my $75 flip flops with the arch and heel support. Oddly enough, the only time my feet don't hurt is when wearing said flip flops or orthotics in my (cheap) sneakers. Apparently that's not good enough, however.
He also diagnosed me with plantar's fasciatis, which I already knew about, but unlike the chiropractor who diagnosed it years ago, this guy is actually doing something about it - exercises and whatnot. He started rambling off a list of "things" I have wrong with my feet and lower leg muscles. So apparently I'm a mess.
What else is new?
I suppose I should get some work done this morning. I really feel like staying in bed all morning...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Catching my breath
Mom was in the hospital for 11 days and was finally released on Thursday. We went to visit her today; she wasn't doing too well - her blood pressure was really low - but we got hold of a doctor on call and he said it was likely from the aggressive dialysis they did yesterday, and that they'd probably overdone it a bit. He said unless it goes below 80, it should correct itself, and she should tell the dialysis crew on Monday when she goes in again.
Worse than that, she'd reverted to her horrible eating habits after getting 3 squares a day in the hospital. By 2:30 this afternoon all she'd eaten was toast, juice and some coffee. I made her a roast beef sammich, heated up some carrots I'd cooked with a roast the other night, and gave her half a can of Boost with some milk, along with a stern talking to about the necessity of eating, even if she doesn't feel particularly hungry. And she wonders why her albumen levels have been consistently low for months! She's not eating protein at every meal. Breakfast for her is either toast (carbs) or cereal (carbs) and then she doesn't eat anything for hours. For lunch she's apt to have cottage cheese and some salad. By the time dinner comes she's ready for a full meal, but with that kind of diet, she's missed most of the day's requirements.
I had felt a spate of relief after she came home from the hospital, but after today, I felt my own anxiety levels shoot through the roof. I'm trying to keep up with everything and finding it rather trying because underneath all the work for the summer program, underneath my own concerns about my professional future, money, student loans, and Bizarro's academic and professional future, there lies a constant, thrumming anxiety about my mom. Is she okay, is she taking care of herself, is she getting what she needs, is she safe, etc. etc. etc.
Still trying to find a good option for assisted living, and I have narrowed it down to two places that are local and quasi-local, respectively. Still have shitloads of paper work to do for the VA so she gets veteran's widow benefits, but the good news is all we have to do for the power of attourney thing is get the form notarized. I already am the health proxy, so that's in place at least.
My Bro is taking care of another legal matter involving a piece of almost-worthless land that mom and dad held for decades, and which mom has signed over to my Bro to sell off to the highest bidder (one of the nearby commercial chains who will hopefully want it).
All I can say is if I don't have a kid of my own we are definitely adopting because I can't imagine being her age in her condition without a kid to help me out.
It's now Saturday night and I am winding down at my desk with some stuff I've been meaning to get to for myself (rather than work or mom stuff) and a glass of wine.
In two weeks is the live action role playing extravaganza that I am really looking forward to. It coincides with the end of the summer program, so it feels rather like a light at the end of the tunnel. I always enjoy prepping for these things (this is my 15th year in attendance). More on all that later.
PMP - I know you're going through a rough time too. We now have a patio table (courtesy of mom) and I look forward to sitting out there with you in late summer, lighting the red lamp, drinking our wine and figuring out our lives together.
SMJ - is in TURKEY right now, the lucky sunnovagun! I am really happy for her and her hubby. They've had a bit of a rough time here in Nowhere, Central NY but hubby finally got his tenure approved, so now they can start making plans. I am happy that they have this chance to spend time with his family in Turkey and get away from the doldrums here.
Worse than that, she'd reverted to her horrible eating habits after getting 3 squares a day in the hospital. By 2:30 this afternoon all she'd eaten was toast, juice and some coffee. I made her a roast beef sammich, heated up some carrots I'd cooked with a roast the other night, and gave her half a can of Boost with some milk, along with a stern talking to about the necessity of eating, even if she doesn't feel particularly hungry. And she wonders why her albumen levels have been consistently low for months! She's not eating protein at every meal. Breakfast for her is either toast (carbs) or cereal (carbs) and then she doesn't eat anything for hours. For lunch she's apt to have cottage cheese and some salad. By the time dinner comes she's ready for a full meal, but with that kind of diet, she's missed most of the day's requirements.
I had felt a spate of relief after she came home from the hospital, but after today, I felt my own anxiety levels shoot through the roof. I'm trying to keep up with everything and finding it rather trying because underneath all the work for the summer program, underneath my own concerns about my professional future, money, student loans, and Bizarro's academic and professional future, there lies a constant, thrumming anxiety about my mom. Is she okay, is she taking care of herself, is she getting what she needs, is she safe, etc. etc. etc.
Still trying to find a good option for assisted living, and I have narrowed it down to two places that are local and quasi-local, respectively. Still have shitloads of paper work to do for the VA so she gets veteran's widow benefits, but the good news is all we have to do for the power of attourney thing is get the form notarized. I already am the health proxy, so that's in place at least.
My Bro is taking care of another legal matter involving a piece of almost-worthless land that mom and dad held for decades, and which mom has signed over to my Bro to sell off to the highest bidder (one of the nearby commercial chains who will hopefully want it).
All I can say is if I don't have a kid of my own we are definitely adopting because I can't imagine being her age in her condition without a kid to help me out.
It's now Saturday night and I am winding down at my desk with some stuff I've been meaning to get to for myself (rather than work or mom stuff) and a glass of wine.
In two weeks is the live action role playing extravaganza that I am really looking forward to. It coincides with the end of the summer program, so it feels rather like a light at the end of the tunnel. I always enjoy prepping for these things (this is my 15th year in attendance). More on all that later.
PMP - I know you're going through a rough time too. We now have a patio table (courtesy of mom) and I look forward to sitting out there with you in late summer, lighting the red lamp, drinking our wine and figuring out our lives together.
SMJ - is in TURKEY right now, the lucky sunnovagun! I am really happy for her and her hubby. They've had a bit of a rough time here in Nowhere, Central NY but hubby finally got his tenure approved, so now they can start making plans. I am happy that they have this chance to spend time with his family in Turkey and get away from the doldrums here.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
It's Pretty Darned Hot
I just spent a good 10 minutes asking questions that could be answered by floating the cursor over the "replay" link at the end of "War of the Worlds in 30 Seconds and Re-enacted by Bunnies."
Today was HHH. Hazy, Hot, and too Humidity.
Today was HHH. Hazy, Hot, and too Humidity.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
I need to blog
It's been another difficult day of teaching in the morning and driving to be with mom in the hospital the rest of the day.
Today they took a slew of fluid off her lungs. No wonder she couldn't breathe. They are also giving her breathing treatments and keeping an eye on her oxygen levels. She was suffering from anemia and they also gave her a pint of blood today for that.
The scary thing is that added to renal failure and respiratory failure, they've added cardiac failure to the list. Her EKG came up irregular, so now they have to figure out what's going on with her heart. She'll be in another day or two.
We had a very stark and honest discussion about dying and death. Mom isn't afraid to die. I am scared as hell for her to die and leave me. I cannot even fathom it right now, but I know that she's headed down that path (well, we all are, of course). I am now her healthcare proxy, and I know her wishes as to what measures she does and doesn't want taken.
At this point she is stable, in decent spirits, with a good appetite, and just wants to go home. Where "home" ends up being is another story. But I know that when she is eventually discharged, there will be a social worker to discuss what kind of situation she needs - will assisted living be enough, or are we talking nursing home.
And then we will need to decide where - I would like her to be close by in my town, but she wants to remain in her area to retain her health care team, which are all wonderful. This is a reasonable desire, but I know that I will want to be with her as much as I can, and the 45 minute drive one way is already difficult (and expensive) once a week or every other week. I can only imagine it will get worse.
My huzzbinnd, family, friends and colleagues are all being as supportive as humanly possible, for which I am incredibly grateful.
I've had to cancel a bunch of appointments for my own care this week (counseling, acupuncture, physical therapy), but I am rescheduling everything for next week. I've also had to cancel 2 days of student conferences, which I will have to reschedule as well.
Somewhere in all of this is a chance for me to find something beautiful
Today they took a slew of fluid off her lungs. No wonder she couldn't breathe. They are also giving her breathing treatments and keeping an eye on her oxygen levels. She was suffering from anemia and they also gave her a pint of blood today for that.
The scary thing is that added to renal failure and respiratory failure, they've added cardiac failure to the list. Her EKG came up irregular, so now they have to figure out what's going on with her heart. She'll be in another day or two.
We had a very stark and honest discussion about dying and death. Mom isn't afraid to die. I am scared as hell for her to die and leave me. I cannot even fathom it right now, but I know that she's headed down that path (well, we all are, of course). I am now her healthcare proxy, and I know her wishes as to what measures she does and doesn't want taken.
At this point she is stable, in decent spirits, with a good appetite, and just wants to go home. Where "home" ends up being is another story. But I know that when she is eventually discharged, there will be a social worker to discuss what kind of situation she needs - will assisted living be enough, or are we talking nursing home.
And then we will need to decide where - I would like her to be close by in my town, but she wants to remain in her area to retain her health care team, which are all wonderful. This is a reasonable desire, but I know that I will want to be with her as much as I can, and the 45 minute drive one way is already difficult (and expensive) once a week or every other week. I can only imagine it will get worse.
My huzzbinnd, family, friends and colleagues are all being as supportive as humanly possible, for which I am incredibly grateful.
I've had to cancel a bunch of appointments for my own care this week (counseling, acupuncture, physical therapy), but I am rescheduling everything for next week. I've also had to cancel 2 days of student conferences, which I will have to reschedule as well.
Somewhere in all of this is a chance for me to find something beautiful
Monday, July 07, 2008
Rollercoaster
Today, I:
1. Left work early and drove to Mom's to take her into the E.R. She's been admitted and they are trying to figure out why she's been short of breath and congested.
2. Was offered the full-time chorch job b/c the other part time secretary gave her two weeks' notice.
3. Felt like a punching bag, a trampoline AND one of those inflatable bounce and jump around rooms at street fairs.
I'm exhausted. Mom is doing okaaaaay in ICU (for the dialysis, she's not in critical condition), and just wants to go home. I have started the ball rolling (as in: Sisyphus) for V.A. Widow's benefits and assisted living placement in a better place than the two cracker boxes I'd already looked into.
The full-time chorch job is being flexible so I can still teach screenwriting this fall, but then after that, I will be a full-time chorch secretary. It sounds awful, I know, but it's a good thing. It's easy work, easy hours, good pay and bennies, and I will have time and head space for creative pursuits while I pay the Direct Loan monstrosity I owe. AND we can hopefully buy a house in the near future.
A weird day, good and bad. A microcosm of Life, I suppose.
1. Left work early and drove to Mom's to take her into the E.R. She's been admitted and they are trying to figure out why she's been short of breath and congested.
2. Was offered the full-time chorch job b/c the other part time secretary gave her two weeks' notice.
3. Felt like a punching bag, a trampoline AND one of those inflatable bounce and jump around rooms at street fairs.
I'm exhausted. Mom is doing okaaaaay in ICU (for the dialysis, she's not in critical condition), and just wants to go home. I have started the ball rolling (as in: Sisyphus) for V.A. Widow's benefits and assisted living placement in a better place than the two cracker boxes I'd already looked into.
The full-time chorch job is being flexible so I can still teach screenwriting this fall, but then after that, I will be a full-time chorch secretary. It sounds awful, I know, but it's a good thing. It's easy work, easy hours, good pay and bennies, and I will have time and head space for creative pursuits while I pay the Direct Loan monstrosity I owe. AND we can hopefully buy a house in the near future.
A weird day, good and bad. A microcosm of Life, I suppose.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Happy Fourth (or, SUCK IT YANKEES!)
Two weeks down, four to go. So far I am well-pleased. My boss is great about recognizing the teachers' abilities and responsibility to tailor the workload to our students. This year we have a lot of 16-year olds (just out of sophomore year of HS) who are really struggling with all the academic vocab that is being thrown at them. I have mostly 16-year olds, as do a couple of the other teachers, so I have had to amend parts of the schedule. It's nice to know my professional judgment and expertise are appreciated and trusted.
Also nice to know - I have a teaching gig for the fall semester! The screenwriting program at the Other School on the Hill needs me, and I have heeded the call. I'll be teaching advanced screenwriting, as opposed to the intro class I've taught for them before. This will be fun - all or most of the students are screenwriting concentrations, and they will work on one project all semester. I am grateful for the opportunity and look forward to getting myself back in the fold.
I've been trying to work on the script for the Korea doco. It's hard. Hm... I'm starting to lose focus and wonder what it is I'm trying to say... I re-read some of my journal entries from that year and it's uncomfortable to remember some of the shit I went through, personally and professionally. I actually endured a lot of hard times, and if I've realized anything, it's that my memory sure has romanticized a lot of that year. I remember all the good stuff, not the shitty stuff. I suppose that's a good thing - but at the same time, will my film be honest without the dark stuff?
Tomorrow we're both getting massages, then I have to get some work done for school. Going to MZ's on Sunday.
And can I just say that I don't know how to feel about the new X-Files movie. Bizarro says with copious levels of scorn, "In this day and age, who gives a shit?" But there's a part of me that wants to see it... I suppose that's what they're counting on. Sentimental schmucks like me who can't get enough UFO-conspiracy theory and will they/won't they?
Oh, and for the record, Coco Crisp DID catch that ball in the 9th inning and Jeter should have been out. Red Sox should have won 6-3, not 6-4.
Also nice to know - I have a teaching gig for the fall semester! The screenwriting program at the Other School on the Hill needs me, and I have heeded the call. I'll be teaching advanced screenwriting, as opposed to the intro class I've taught for them before. This will be fun - all or most of the students are screenwriting concentrations, and they will work on one project all semester. I am grateful for the opportunity and look forward to getting myself back in the fold.
I've been trying to work on the script for the Korea doco. It's hard. Hm... I'm starting to lose focus and wonder what it is I'm trying to say... I re-read some of my journal entries from that year and it's uncomfortable to remember some of the shit I went through, personally and professionally. I actually endured a lot of hard times, and if I've realized anything, it's that my memory sure has romanticized a lot of that year. I remember all the good stuff, not the shitty stuff. I suppose that's a good thing - but at the same time, will my film be honest without the dark stuff?
Tomorrow we're both getting massages, then I have to get some work done for school. Going to MZ's on Sunday.
And can I just say that I don't know how to feel about the new X-Files movie. Bizarro says with copious levels of scorn, "In this day and age, who gives a shit?" But there's a part of me that wants to see it... I suppose that's what they're counting on. Sentimental schmucks like me who can't get enough UFO-conspiracy theory and will they/won't they?
Oh, and for the record, Coco Crisp DID catch that ball in the 9th inning and Jeter should have been out. Red Sox should have won 6-3, not 6-4.
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