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Hey folks
Well, today I'm trying not to be a total jackoff and totally waste my day off. I tried to steel myself to try some drawing but the cats insisted on crawling into my lap while I was doing it. Then I tried working for a while on learning STP's "Plush" acoustic version from a youtube tutorial video. Most of it is not super difficult but there's a single string lead section that's kicking my ass, I'm getting tense with cold hands. I hate that.
I have a delivery in downtown springfield tomorrow morning. I went to the store to see what the entry was like. Sort of a good idea and sort of not. It won't be a problem to get into the store but might be a problem to get out. Hopefully there won't be a funeral at the funeral parlor across the street and I'll be able to back straight out.
I got an email back from a friend from forever ago, I had asked him about how to set about getting into grad school for american history. He gave me a pretty comprehensive answer actually. It got me thinking about the fork in the road I'm hypothesizing for my future. Do I try and head down and artistic career path, or try and get into academics. I think that if I went the academic route it would take a lot more of my time and leave less for outdoorsmanship and photography. But looking at that loading area I'm going into, and hopefully getting back out of, tomorrow, made me think real hard about the alternative to acedemia, driving trucks and trying to be an artist.
One disadvantage of acedemics is that I would probably have to leave this area again, which I don't want to do now that my year of trucking has so heightened my appreciation for how great this area is. But I also have an arm with metal hardware in it that might not hold up indefinitely in jobs that involve slinging boxes around.
It's also possible that I'll never enjoy any success as an artist or ever get accepted into an MA program. But I guess that's being unduly pessimistic. But at 37 and not doing all that great driving trucks I'm starting to worry about my life never getting anywhere.
Whatever. I hope the new year is peaceful and healthful to my readership, and non readership.
JBL
Well, today I'm trying not to be a total jackoff and totally waste my day off. I tried to steel myself to try some drawing but the cats insisted on crawling into my lap while I was doing it. Then I tried working for a while on learning STP's "Plush" acoustic version from a youtube tutorial video. Most of it is not super difficult but there's a single string lead section that's kicking my ass, I'm getting tense with cold hands. I hate that.
I have a delivery in downtown springfield tomorrow morning. I went to the store to see what the entry was like. Sort of a good idea and sort of not. It won't be a problem to get into the store but might be a problem to get out. Hopefully there won't be a funeral at the funeral parlor across the street and I'll be able to back straight out.
I got an email back from a friend from forever ago, I had asked him about how to set about getting into grad school for american history. He gave me a pretty comprehensive answer actually. It got me thinking about the fork in the road I'm hypothesizing for my future. Do I try and head down and artistic career path, or try and get into academics. I think that if I went the academic route it would take a lot more of my time and leave less for outdoorsmanship and photography. But looking at that loading area I'm going into, and hopefully getting back out of, tomorrow, made me think real hard about the alternative to acedemia, driving trucks and trying to be an artist.
One disadvantage of acedemics is that I would probably have to leave this area again, which I don't want to do now that my year of trucking has so heightened my appreciation for how great this area is. But I also have an arm with metal hardware in it that might not hold up indefinitely in jobs that involve slinging boxes around.
It's also possible that I'll never enjoy any success as an artist or ever get accepted into an MA program. But I guess that's being unduly pessimistic. But at 37 and not doing all that great driving trucks I'm starting to worry about my life never getting anywhere.
Whatever. I hope the new year is peaceful and healthful to my readership, and non readership.
JBL
