Jumping ship
With the words “input” and “output” currently in overabundant use at my office, my urge to freak out and quit my job and/or move to Thailand or Ecuador is ever-increasing. For the moment, I’m settling for reapplying to grad school, this time at my half alma mater, Emerson, for their New Media masters program. If I get in, I could start as early as January. But that would mean a full fellowship would have to fall from the sky and into my lap.
Are there any philanthropists out there who’d like to fund me, much like the anonymous philanthropist who funded my undergrad education? In exchange, I will start a global multimedia production company and name it after you. No, i’m not kidding. I will also water your plants when you go on vacation.
Speaking of vacation, I’m off to Block Island tomorrow with the band: four days of ferries and beaches and evening shows and unglamorous motels where we crash on the floor like college students. I plan on eating lots of fruit and reading lots of books, which is probably the classiest itinerary you can come up with for a half-week vacation with five psuedo-employed musicians in Rhode Island.