So my dad has thyroid cancer. It's extremely treatable (this kind of thyroid cancer, anyway) and they caught it early. Surgery will happen in a couple weeks.
He's survived cancer before...prostate cancer 10 years ago. Then, as now, it was the best variety of bad news: caught early, slow growing cancer, good odds. And yeah, it turned out relatively okay, as far as that goes. "Full" recovery. Same prognosis here...medicated to regulate thyroid for the rest of his life, but...people live with that.
So...why does it all feel so morbid and scary? I guess as well as things turn out now, we all have a finite number of days. One day, the news won't be so good.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I truly know things could be a lot worse.
But I also know that someday they will be.
He's survived cancer before...prostate cancer 10 years ago. Then, as now, it was the best variety of bad news: caught early, slow growing cancer, good odds. And yeah, it turned out relatively okay, as far as that goes. "Full" recovery. Same prognosis here...medicated to regulate thyroid for the rest of his life, but...people live with that.
So...why does it all feel so morbid and scary? I guess as well as things turn out now, we all have a finite number of days. One day, the news won't be so good.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I truly know things could be a lot worse.
But I also know that someday they will be.
I really don't update this enough.
It goes like this:
January...through a week or two ago I've been assistant editor for an Austin based indie filmmaker. A major one.
It's been awesome. Lots of work...long hours, but really, it's the job I moved here to get. And less than a year later, I got lucky.
And now...now I'm unemployed again. Ahhhh, the life of a freelancer.
Anyway, the move was a good idea.
It goes like this:
January...through a week or two ago I've been assistant editor for an Austin based indie filmmaker. A major one.
It's been awesome. Lots of work...long hours, but really, it's the job I moved here to get. And less than a year later, I got lucky.
And now...now I'm unemployed again. Ahhhh, the life of a freelancer.
Anyway, the move was a good idea.
Well, got a great gig in Austin...it may end soon, but I hope they can keep me on somehow. Yay!
Actually, it was my dream place to get into. But I'm not in my usual department. I'm usually in "editorial." Now I'm in Visual FX. Still in Post, though, so I don't have to change my name.
So good news!
The bad news: dating sucks!!!
So...single again. Second round of dating as a newbie coming up. Going to experiment and try new things, because whatever I've been doing has not been working. Grrrr.
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Actually, it was my dream place to get into. But I'm not in my usual department. I'm usually in "editorial." Now I'm in Visual FX. Still in Post, though, so I don't have to change my name.
So good news!
The bad news: dating sucks!!!
So...single again. Second round of dating as a newbie coming up. Going to experiment and try new things, because whatever I've been doing has not been working. Grrrr.
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Lost the job. Boooo. But for the best. I think.
Sighhhhhhh. Back to the pavement pounding.
Sighhhhhhh. Back to the pavement pounding.
Good luck, ME. I may or may not lose my job tomorrow...so I hope I do not...and can recover.
Spun out into insecurity...makes it hard to be creative.
We'll see.
Spun out into insecurity...makes it hard to be creative.
We'll see.
Without going into too much detail, 2009 really sucked for me. Lots of life changing...relationship changing stuff.
Career in a funk. Surrounded by narcissists who suck the blood out of me creatively, and then, without a thank you, take my work away. And so on...Moving to Austin until LA learns some manners.
So 2010 is the year I get back on track. 2010 is for becoming a director again...a medium for my own ideas instead of a conduit for others.
Be warned. And be afraid.
Hail...to the Year One!
Career in a funk. Surrounded by narcissists who suck the blood out of me creatively, and then, without a thank you, take my work away. And so on...Moving to Austin until LA learns some manners.
So 2010 is the year I get back on track. 2010 is for becoming a director again...a medium for my own ideas instead of a conduit for others.
Be warned. And be afraid.
Hail...to the Year One!
Ok, kids. I'm moving to Austin.
Indie film in LA is in almost as bad a state as studio film. Seriously, it's remakes, and movies about toys and boardgames.
Fuck that. I can do this shit from home. And Austin > LA.
So...there.
Indie film in LA is in almost as bad a state as studio film. Seriously, it's remakes, and movies about toys and boardgames.
Fuck that. I can do this shit from home. And Austin > LA.
So...there.
