Planners and the dopes who employ them to organize their lives
Mentally preparing my 5-year plan again. Marcus wrote from Vientiane, Laos where he’s hiking the entire Ho Chi Minh Trail with his pal N. They’re filming people along the way, photographing, planning to get a grant and publish a book about the experience after it ends in 6-or-so months. And guess who might be editing the endless hours of video footage? That’s right — moi. I really hope I get the opportunity. Would be excellent.
Had a meeting with D. last night regarding video projects…he wants to shoot a quick film in April or May on Chinatown. I’m down if my sound guys are. It’s nice to have projects in the works, you know? I don’t even care if i go to art school now.
And speaking of 5-year plans, having two barely-functioning toilets, a porch roof that will cave in if I hang up my boxing heavy bag, a busted mailbox and several electrical outlets that blew last night got me thinking about my living arrangements…which got me thinking about changing cities, or not… I’ve no definitive plans yet, other than to bait-and-switch come summer. I’d like to live alone, almost regardless of cost. But it’d be so much cheaper to live alone in Center City, Phila. But there’s fewer media jobs there. Thinking of eventually shacking up with S. from work (not like that, sicko), which would also be fun, in a responsible, anally-clean professional women kind of way. Time will tell.
Meanwhile my contemplations have inspired more dreams. Last night I dreampt I was in my kitchen when I discovered roaches. Jumping roaches. Every time you’d try to squish one, it’d jump up and fly several feet away, and then another would appear. Really gross dream. I confronted my roommate and said, “You said there were no roaches here!” She kind of winced and said, “Um, well there haven’t been any for a while…” This is just another situational anxiety dream. I’d love to figure out a conclusive, directional life plan and stick to it — even just for the next 5 years. Honestly, having a plan I think would solve everything. That, and living completely alone.
In the ever articulate words of M., bored as pie in NL:
“even though i hate people i could do with having some of them around.”