dudemanflab's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"It's good to have options\" The next few months are so open its tough to keep the flies out. The way I reason it, I could do up to one and a half of the following: 1. Stay in Carlsbad (v. 1), get a second job, write, maybe have my own place for a few months, wait for graduate decisions, and brew in the hometown flavors. 2.Get an internship at a national park (e.g. Big Bend, Bandelier, Organpipe Cactus, Yellowstone, White Sands, Carlsbad Caverns), be close to nature and paid a bi-weekly stipend, write, and strike out of this town 3.Move back to Springfield, hole up in friends houses for several months while working restaurant jobs, make music and maybe a band with friends, write, go to church. (Where are the perks???) 4.Toss a dart behind me to a map or drive west until my car dies. Live in a small Arizona town on a modest stipend from working as a cook at the local diner. 5.Trip on enough drugs to travel out of this world. Visit the celestial city, Xanadu, Nirvana et. al. 6.Buy a motorcycle and leave in the middle of the night so I don't have to see my mother cry. 7. Stay in Carlsbad (v. 2), learn bits of French (Mdm LaClair) and Hindi (Supreet) enough to travel to France for the summer, in the meanwhile write my french-speaking friends letters to practice my skills, work on a French lily farm cleaning "large amounts of muck" all summer. 8. Stay in Carlsbad (v. 3), substitute, write, visit grandparents regularly, research pioneers, mining, and agriculture of the American West, get enough inspiration and steam to travel cross-country interviewing my family on marriage, their youth/childhood, memorable life experiences, etcetera. 9. Stay in Carlsbad (v. 4), write short stories about the old woman and her enchiladas, the dog-snatching couple in El paso, Veronica and the noble priest, the welder's back and marriage, St. Francis and the janitor, and the church merger that would not stick no matter how much the pot-smoking bishop willed it. 10. Stay in Carlsbad (v. 5), stop most forms of procrastination (eventually), become the type of cook that makes wire wisks resonate and frying pans sing. Unicycle to work at least once. Well it was good to get that off my chest. On to bed.
10:58 p.m. - January 13, 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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