evidently, the new, overhauled title image is non-harmonious and shows me as an unsuccesful designer. evidently, i don't give a shit. what do *you* think? fire those comments in... best comment wins a brand new car! (actual prize may vary from stated prize, and may be of significantly lesser value. have a nice day.)
i got a letter the other day stating that my three years of design experience is insufficient to obtain a job in london. i feel very special now.
it snowed in london today, big juicy flakes drifting down from the habitually grey sky. didn't settle though.
the film dreamcatcher, screenplay adapted from stephen king's book, is perhaps the worst film i have seen in recent years - i recommend you see it so you too can understand the pain of having experienced it.
i'm standing in the underground, facing the wrong direction; thousands of people abruptly pushing past me, shooting dirty looks at my eyes. I'm largely oblivious to it all, for above their heads, a sound is dancing in the stairwell, reverberating off the walls, and floating towards me; the sound of a didgeridoo. It's a long way from home, but london is a home to the world, every people, every culture, so it feels like it belongs here. a few people understand, i see them smile, i smile back, my faith in london restored for a while.
having managed to finally find a flat, i'm somewhat happier now than in my last post. london is still big, and the job market is still tragically silly. However, i have a bed of my own now, with a lounge, kitchen and all that other stuff houses have. The location is not the most splendid of any; a busride away from ealing broadway. so, about forty minutes to the city. in fact, to be accurate, i'm not actually living in london per se. but, that's just getting picky. my landlord/flatmate lived in auckland for six years working in maori mental health, so we've had much to talk about, and even, small world that it is, discovered that we have a mutual freind.
Now the objective is in jobseeking. hurrah. more on that later.
eeek. london is big. and the jobmarket is not so flash, and finding a flat is almost impossible and and and...
i don't much like it. but, i suppose it deserves a little time to try things out. Hopefully will get established within the next few days... But there are people here who've been living in the hostel for weeks, and still no job or no flat - that seems utterly rediculous. blech.
if anyone knows anyone in london - I'd love to know them too.
and so ends another chapter. moments from now we'll set out from here in hollywood and ride the underground out to the airport. from there it's a flight back to london for me where i'll be attempting to settle and work and stuff like that. however, having spent a year out of the design industry, i'm a little concerned at being able to confidently slot back in again. unfortuantely most of the software i was using isn't much like riding a bike... you do forget it. here's hoping i haven't forgotten as much as i seem to think i have.
i failed to mention the vanilla flavoured port-a-loo at the trailhead to the south-kaibab trailhead on the south rim of the grand canyon. i feel it deservs a special mention. now when i say flavoured, i mean scented, but, you know, scented is a silly word, so i endeavour not to use it any more than i need to. flavoured it much more aesthetically appealing. anyways, so, this port-a-loo had a disturbingly fresh vanilla fragrance inside; disturbing due to the fact that anything chemically that powerful can't be safe for human inhalation. but my my was it fresh as a vanilla bean. ooooh yes.
having spent some time in the four corners region, delving into canyons, photographing hoodoos and joshua trees, sliding off snowy roads into ditches, changing a flat tire (yes yes, i know it's splet tyre, but i'm in the united states of spell funny, and subsequently, i'll spell it as they do) on the side of a snowy road, and eating pie, we have now left winter and descended both south and vertically to a casino town called mesquite (which looks like mystique, but it's not) where we stayed at some tacky casino hotel spa resort thingy called oasis. in a few minutes we're jumping back in the car and driving the hour down to vegas. from there, LA is on the horizon...
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