Sunday, March 29, 2009
Youd got to be kidding me
While surfing around on Craigslist under job listings I came across this gem. I'm not sure I want children to be anywhere near that school...
Friday, March 27, 2009
Craigslist
So I've been trolling Craigslist for job listings recently. I've been looking for jobs beyond working in food or retail (there aren't many) and also for photography jobs Sam might be able to do.
Then I decided that, after the positive response to the video of Jane and Mom's suggestion that people might pay for such a thing, I should post a listing offering video services.
I never expected anyone to reply, but lo and behold. A window installation company contacted me and wants to go over some details about a promotional video. They also want some still photography. How perfect?
I just worked up some numbers and shot off an e-mail to Mr. Mann (no joke). So, hopefully, by next week Sam and I will both be out working.
Annnnnnd by the time I typed this he has responded. Looks like it's a no-go. So, hopefully, by next week I will receive another inquiry.
Then I decided that, after the positive response to the video of Jane and Mom's suggestion that people might pay for such a thing, I should post a listing offering video services.
I never expected anyone to reply, but lo and behold. A window installation company contacted me and wants to go over some details about a promotional video. They also want some still photography. How perfect?
I just worked up some numbers and shot off an e-mail to Mr. Mann (no joke). So, hopefully, by next week Sam and I will both be out working.
Annnnnnd by the time I typed this he has responded. Looks like it's a no-go. So, hopefully, by next week I will receive another inquiry.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
My Eyeball itches and I'm grumpy
My eyeball decided to spite my face. I had this weird tenderness around my eye for a few days, which I naturally blamed on Sam beating me in the middle of the night.
Turns out something else happened. What exactly, we're not sure. I went to the health center and they hooked me up with antibiotics and antihystemine pills. I'm taking medicine 4 times a day. The doctor said that it "might start to get better in a week," which is not encouraging. My eyelid is about 10 times bigger than it's supposed to be, all red and itchy and irritating. I'm pretty sure the bulbulous growth has consumed my eyelashes. It's pretty bad, but it seems to be getting better. Sam says that when I have my glasses on, it's hard to notice. No one in my classes seems to notice until I mention it, so that could be a good sign. Or it could mean that people can't tell the real me from the Elephantitus me, which concerns me.... there's a difference, right? I mean, I don't look like this all the time, do I?
I've been coping in some new and exciting ways, namely lots of strawberry shortcake. Although I'll never abandon my true coping mechanism: being pissed at the world.
[note: I meant to include a picture of the Elephant man in a light hearted attempt to exaggerate my illness, but I didn't. Not because I couldn't find a picture, they are plentiful, but that shit's way grosser than I remembered.]
Turns out something else happened. What exactly, we're not sure. I went to the health center and they hooked me up with antibiotics and antihystemine pills. I'm taking medicine 4 times a day. The doctor said that it "might start to get better in a week," which is not encouraging. My eyelid is about 10 times bigger than it's supposed to be, all red and itchy and irritating. I'm pretty sure the bulbulous growth has consumed my eyelashes. It's pretty bad, but it seems to be getting better. Sam says that when I have my glasses on, it's hard to notice. No one in my classes seems to notice until I mention it, so that could be a good sign. Or it could mean that people can't tell the real me from the Elephantitus me, which concerns me.... there's a difference, right? I mean, I don't look like this all the time, do I?
I've been coping in some new and exciting ways, namely lots of strawberry shortcake. Although I'll never abandon my true coping mechanism: being pissed at the world.
[note: I meant to include a picture of the Elephant man in a light hearted attempt to exaggerate my illness, but I didn't. Not because I couldn't find a picture, they are plentiful, but that shit's way grosser than I remembered.]
Monday, March 16, 2009
Yay!
Lindsey Saum got engaged! Apparently she wasn't expecting it, but we all know she probably was.
Yay for her and Alex! They're going to lead a fantastically hyppie-istic life full of Reggae and Techno... oh and liquor.
I hope they invite us to the wedding ;)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Clams, Gs, Smackaroos, etc.
Today I turned in my entry for the Edward J Montaine writing award. It's a thing Miami does every year to recognize excellence in English. I hope they don't hold it against me that I'm not an English major. I was for about 3 weeks... does that count?
My professor from my last creative writing class brought the awards to my attention and said I should enter. So I did. I guess at some point in the future I'll find out how it went. If I don't ever find out, I guess that means I didn't win.
It is kind of odd though, how this whole thing works. There are different awards for Seniors and Juniors, which makes sense I guess. The weird part is that all entries from all categories are judged for the same three or four spots. So non-fiction essays are compared to journalism pieces are compared to poetry are compared to fiction. I guess it's easier to only hand out over-all first, second and third than it is to give multiple awards for each genre. It's a good thing, though, because spreading the awards around too much would water down the $3,000 first place finish for Juniors.
If you had the same reaction to that figure that I did, go wash your mouth out with soap. It's no joke, either. First place is $3,000, second place weighs in at over $1k and third is still a hefty $500. Not that the money is the most important part of applying to be recognized by Miami and its panel of outside judges as a great writer, but it sure does get the imagination going.
I think whoever wins could officially consider themselves as a paid writer, which is the Holy Grail for writers. It would probably be the first time that person would ever earn money writing. Maybe I'm not as romantic as my starving-artist brethren, but damn, that's a lot of money. Needless to say, I'm not too egotistical to sell out.
Semester before last I was in a creative non-fiction class with a girl who wrote some of the best things I've ever read. She wrote stories from her life like they were a novel. And not any novel, a good one. She wasn't flamboyant or verbose, which a lot of people seem to strive for these days. She was honest, almost painfully so, and her writing made me feel both inspired and hopeless. She won last year's Senior award of $5,000. She won with a journalism piece. I hope no one that good is submitting this year.
My professor from my last creative writing class brought the awards to my attention and said I should enter. So I did. I guess at some point in the future I'll find out how it went. If I don't ever find out, I guess that means I didn't win.
It is kind of odd though, how this whole thing works. There are different awards for Seniors and Juniors, which makes sense I guess. The weird part is that all entries from all categories are judged for the same three or four spots. So non-fiction essays are compared to journalism pieces are compared to poetry are compared to fiction. I guess it's easier to only hand out over-all first, second and third than it is to give multiple awards for each genre. It's a good thing, though, because spreading the awards around too much would water down the $3,000 first place finish for Juniors.
If you had the same reaction to that figure that I did, go wash your mouth out with soap. It's no joke, either. First place is $3,000, second place weighs in at over $1k and third is still a hefty $500. Not that the money is the most important part of applying to be recognized by Miami and its panel of outside judges as a great writer, but it sure does get the imagination going.
I think whoever wins could officially consider themselves as a paid writer, which is the Holy Grail for writers. It would probably be the first time that person would ever earn money writing. Maybe I'm not as romantic as my starving-artist brethren, but damn, that's a lot of money. Needless to say, I'm not too egotistical to sell out.
Semester before last I was in a creative non-fiction class with a girl who wrote some of the best things I've ever read. She wrote stories from her life like they were a novel. And not any novel, a good one. She wasn't flamboyant or verbose, which a lot of people seem to strive for these days. She was honest, almost painfully so, and her writing made me feel both inspired and hopeless. She won last year's Senior award of $5,000. She won with a journalism piece. I hope no one that good is submitting this year.
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