Seven boxes, two bags, and a bike. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Personal
I’m finally pulling the trigger and moving to Chicago. I have a ticket. In the meantime, road tripping to California with Knuckles.
Knuckles is in town. We had a going away party and got way too much beer. Namely, a keg of the wonderful Santa Fe Nut Brown Ale. So we spent a couple of pretty dedicated afternoons doing the deed. During that time, some people have said to me some of the nicest damn things that anyone ever said.
Empirically speaking, I’m psychotic to leave my city and my blessed life there. I wonder what kind of bug it is in me that good friends, the chance to do meaningful work, beautiful landscape, beautiful weather, and beautiful food isn’t good enough. For what? A friend told me I better make it big in Chicago or she’ll never forgive me for leaving.
Wanderlust? Ambition? What part of me is it that enjoys putting my material life in boxes and abandoning what I’ve built? Neobohemianadventurism? Advent: there’s a good root word for it. Whatever it is, it’s causing me to move all of my things a couple thousand miles.
End-of-summer-camp style romance is becoming downright pathological.
I keep joking that I’m leaving to seek my fortune in the big city. (When I went into the jungle, I was seventeen. And when I came out, by god, I was rich!) Once I step of the plane in Chicago, I have zero concrete plans for the rest of my life. Unsubstantiated rumors are good enough for me.
Professional
In a continuing and good self-confidence building theme, Tony recently got pretty mad at me for not getting paid for any of the work I’ve done in the last eight months. He plays rock shows and gets paid a hundred bucks. I get to take that with me to Chicago, where I’m nobody.
I’ve decided that I want to be semi-functional before I hit the streets. Also, my audition pieces are out of form, as is the instrument. But if you’re the type, expect me to be calling you soon to see who I should get in touch with in Chicago.
Political
I’ve been thinking about method vs message. The means as end theory and so on. Part of what I’ve always admired about the people and organizations I’ve admired is the humanizing and empowering way that they conduct themselves. Thus far the best model I have is a theatre company. Course, it’s really difficult to scale that up to a country.
Obama’s apparent tendency to try to buy out or shunt off the unofficial parts of his support is kind of disturbing. (Google Obama myspace scandal if you’re curious.) And that’s generally how national politics gets played. It’s too bad i’m basically an ideological politico and not a practical one, or local politics would be a lot of fun.
In short, I miss Dean, but I know that I’m as responsible for creating that kind of network as anyone: nature of the Beast. I wish the people I trusted could get behind a candidate so I could start working. Because I’m lazy.
