New Job, and soon...Built To Spill!!!

So I started my new job about a month ago. I really like it. And I'm great at it. It's my first "real" job, so I'm very excited. I have to get up at 4:00am to get ready, then I catch the bus, which I really do like. There are so many people here that do take it, it's much safer than anywhere else. I'm working on a place still. I've kind of been bouncing around, but should be a little more settled by the begining of December.

I haven't been doing too much of anything else, but working, lately. I went to see Yo La Tengo about a month ago, and they were soooo great. This month I'm going to see Built To Spill on the 20th. The last, and only other time, I've seen them was in Florida a few years ago, so I'm excited.

Rain keeps falling. It's weird. Not the rain, but the sunlight. When I leave for work it's dark, when I get out of work (5:00) it's dark already. It's like living in some strange move, or tv show. You know, how the always show people in one room or another, never outside. It's like daytime almost doesn't exist here. I don't know, I kind of like the dark clouds. The grey skies. Everything looks shiny all wet, and there's a certain intimacy that people share when they're huddled under an alcove, smoking, but trying to stay dry.

So Seattle, it still is. And so am I.

Revelations of Validation....and my Weekend

Stayed at my sister Katherine's Saturday and Sunday nights. We went to an evening of one acts at Shoreline Community College, Saturday. Katherine's friends Jeremy and Nick were actors and writers for one of them. Actually Jeremy was acting in the one act that Nick wrote. Confusing enough? It was fun. We went to the cast party afterwards....it was the last night the show was playing. I enjoyed myself.

Today I slept in and went for coffee later. Then I came home to work on one of my books for a bit. I'm making great progress. Got bored writing, so I drew for a while.

Last night I saw "The Davinci Code". The book was better. Then I went down to where the ferry docks in Edmonds and watched the water. I thought about how each moment of our lives is so unique and fleeting. I thought about how art- in all forms- is someone conveying a feeling or thought or experience that was special to them, so that it's never forgotten...it is shared. I sat listening to the water, watching the shiny pebbles that make up the beaches here as the dark water covered them in the inky black reflection of the sky, only to retreat a second before I was ready to give up all hope of seeing them again. Just in time.

I thought about how powerful art is. Or rather the artist....both actually, because they immortalize a slice of time, an emotion, so that all these experiences, all the pain and joy of our lives isn't in vain. So that these moments are not forgotten, not erased by time.

This thought was strangely validating. It's not all in vain. The pain, the love, the loss. It does matter. It does mean something. It's NOT all for nothing.

And Me?

I try to keep my goals in sight. Listen to music. Paint. Think of ideas for shorts to film with my 8mm. Still sad, but writing helps. Not sure if I'm ready to go out and meet the world, but I'm doing it anyway. I really don't want to date anyone, so I'm not. I'll just stand on the edge watching. Eventually I'll join in.