From an email I sent to a friend:
" I started docent training class last week at the Pacific Asia Museum. Gawd, I feel like I've gone back to school. We have a paper due in a couple weeks already and I need to research a topic and catch up on the reading. The class (lectures, gallery tours, and workshops) is every Tuesday and goes til early February, after which I hope to be certified. Then I can start doing tours and hosting workshops for school kids. Good stuff, I love studying all this, it's right up my alley. Hopefully I'll be able to do this professionally for a while in a museum but I need to accumulate practical experience first. That's why I signed up to volunteer and make contacts. The staff and my fellow students all seem truly cool, my kind of people - educated, intelligent, cultured, artistic, and love discussions and discovery.
I'm not so hung up anymore on this whole dating shit. Once again I'm reminded of how stupid it can be to try to find AND keep a good man in this fucking town. Let's face it, I was never bred to be an Angeleno. I'm too cultured, smart, wise, and discerning of quality to let myself be fucked with by flakes, superficial morons, and idiots with issues. If you don't already know, L.A. is where people go to escape from the reality of themselves. In that light it's no surprise that a multi-billion dollar industry that thrives on escapism, artifice, and the obsession with youth and beauty succeeded here. That industry is Hollywood.
I got some more bites for my online profiles. I'll take them with a grain of salt, I don't expect to make good solid friendships here anymore, much less find love. And that's okay. I'm doing other things that demand of me. My co-workers are wonderful people. I'm with my mom and I adore the hell out of her. I have my Xbox360 and HDTV to feed my hobby. I subscribe to Netflix so I can watch movies. Life is good in some ways. "
" I started docent training class last week at the Pacific Asia Museum. Gawd, I feel like I've gone back to school. We have a paper due in a couple weeks already and I need to research a topic and catch up on the reading. The class (lectures, gallery tours, and workshops) is every Tuesday and goes til early February, after which I hope to be certified. Then I can start doing tours and hosting workshops for school kids. Good stuff, I love studying all this, it's right up my alley. Hopefully I'll be able to do this professionally for a while in a museum but I need to accumulate practical experience first. That's why I signed up to volunteer and make contacts. The staff and my fellow students all seem truly cool, my kind of people - educated, intelligent, cultured, artistic, and love discussions and discovery.
I'm not so hung up anymore on this whole dating shit. Once again I'm reminded of how stupid it can be to try to find AND keep a good man in this fucking town. Let's face it, I was never bred to be an Angeleno. I'm too cultured, smart, wise, and discerning of quality to let myself be fucked with by flakes, superficial morons, and idiots with issues. If you don't already know, L.A. is where people go to escape from the reality of themselves. In that light it's no surprise that a multi-billion dollar industry that thrives on escapism, artifice, and the obsession with youth and beauty succeeded here. That industry is Hollywood.
I got some more bites for my online profiles. I'll take them with a grain of salt, I don't expect to make good solid friendships here anymore, much less find love. And that's okay. I'm doing other things that demand of me. My co-workers are wonderful people. I'm with my mom and I adore the hell out of her. I have my Xbox360 and HDTV to feed my hobby. I subscribe to Netflix so I can watch movies. Life is good in some ways. "
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