next Thursday’s poetry reading (event found here!). Yes, explicit, they said,
but that’s not the focus or the point of it. Precisely.
them my fear of reading these, and then coming to sit down back with everyone
else, feeling hella awkward, but, in another way too, it’s just my art. It’s
not necessarily “who I am,” it’s just how I chose to express myself. I don’t
have to be as tied into its reception.
position. Now, before we go peeing ourselves with glee, I’m going on my 2nd
interview this morning for a job I really do want, rather than the receptionist, which, I will, potentially/likely
take, should this job not come through. But, I don’t … well, I don’t really
want it. I suppose at this point “any” job is worth doing and having, but …
man, my poor ego.
difference in pay between these two positions. I also have an interview on
Friday morning with an SF museum, but it’s for a short-term gig for less than
the receptionist pay. So, although, for the love of Jehovah, I’d LOVE to work at this SF museum … it’s not quite right either.
I don’t want to come up in 9 months, and be right back here again, having
already had to live meagerly for 9 months – and there’s no guarantee that I’d
be shifted to another position within the company.
place, to talk about start date, salary, benefits. I mean, those words alone
make me tingly inside. But I also know the
kind of internal work that I’ve been doing to bust out of this job bracket –
and it feels a little – a lot – like moving backward. Receptionist.
position, and he said, well, honestly, it’s limited, but there could be.
anything. I’m too atwitter with excitement about the job interview this
morning, and already feeling a time crunch to get ready and get out the door.
and some blogging, though perhaps not the full thousand or so words.
tell if it was nerves or the green tea I had in the afternoon.
is that after I went to my writing group, I came home and started to work on a
broadside of one of my poems. A broadside is basically like a print of a poem,
large, like a small poster of it. It’s artistic, and has maybe some colors or
images. I don’t have a printing press, so I had to figure it all out by hand, and
I loved it. I had to count the lines in my poem, divide it into the space on
the paper I had, line the paper in the infinitesmal increments for spacing, and
then write the whole thing in. But, I like it.
the paper I have isn’t that great, but I don’t want to buy more. I intend to
try to sell some of them at next week’s reading.
number of letters in the longest lines of my poem to figure out how wide the
lettering should be. Practicing the handwriting. And, in the end, seeing that
it sort of does just look like a homemade project 😉 But, I intend to do a
little better job on the next ones, practicing the painting part, so they don’t
obscure the writing.
p.s., I found 26cents yesterday 😉