I have had many random thoughts that I wanted to record in the past few weeks, but now I can't remember most of them. It is now officially Fall in Seattle, maybe even winter, regardless, its cold as fucking hell. I seem to remember donating all of my warm clothing before going to Wisconsin whether or not that really happened, I can't find any warm clothes. So today I might help the economy out by buying some with my go to the Philippines savings. I am going to the Philippines by the way. I am going on an 8 day familiarization tour sponsored by the Philippine government to promote U.S. dive tourism. Weird huh. (As I pull lavender pancake batter out of my hair, I managed to trash the kitchen during breakfast this late afternoon). Anyway I am excited obviously because I am going, and its is only costing me about $600. But it will be bizarre to say the least to be there as a "wealthy, American, tourist" and not the poor student/scholar/activist that i will be there as later. I will ponder this more in the coming days.
I go on the 19th of October
I volunteered at a fundraiser for Blue Earth the other day. Blue Earth does something in regards to environmental/social justice/awareness through mind-blowing photography. It is exactly the kind of frivolous, ineffective world change I want someone to pay me living wages for. While the auction was beautiful, both in the art for sale and in Seattle's elite artist crowd that attended, it was an absurd place for me to be. Everyone else volunteering there, was an established photographer/art student. I was mysterious and let them think I was something like that also. But free wine and food always makes it worth it. And I enjoyed looking glamorous and pretending like I fit in with that crowd.
I had a second job for a while. At World Spice Merchants in Pike Place Market. It was really fun. I would get up early, take the 71 downtown, listen to my music player and read academic discourse on the Philippine diaspora, and have a relaxing 30 minute commute. Show up downtown early, stop and get coffee on my walk down to the market. Get covered in exotic spices, meet famous Seattle chefs, learn about different flavor profiles, and not be tired or sick of working before closing time. Reminds me of how work used to be fun. But loyalty or obligation, I am not sure which is which anymore, means I am to open and clothes for two weeks straight at my dive shop while everyone else goes to a trade show in Florida. And the week before, I am in the Philippines. So Spice Market handed me a check for the hours I had worked and said for me to let them know when I am back from all that. I am slightly heartbroken.
I have naglakwatsa with Matthew several times since our return to Seattle, mostly moving related, sometimes alcohol related. We hung out with Jon and Meg and some history students one night, had some much fun together that we went out for breakfast the next morning, that seemed eerily reminiscent of Madison. Matthew has my perfect studio. I am fiercely jealous.
My friend Stefanie is back from Brazil. She really wants me to move in with her. I am not sure if I want roommates, but a change sounds good. We will see, I have not seen the place yet.
Anyway its 2 o clock. I need to clean up my lavender pancake mess (they were wonderful, you should try them sometime), take care of some university fines, deliver a large box of Waterford crystal to my parents house (something possessed them in Waterford Ireland, and they had it shipped to me in Seattle for safe keeping) and buy some warm clothes on the way back. Matthew wants me to help him move some more today and he will buy me dinner so that works out well. Especially since dinner with the boy that is driving me crazy (I suppose "a boy" not "the boy" since there are a few) is not happening. Damn I wanted to have a little chat with him today too. Oh well Matthew is a better listener and more honest anyway, and I know Matthew will pay for me. Have a good day, do what you can to stay warm.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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