Jobs…so what is a job really? You know that time you were born and then eventually experienced consciousness as a little kid, the first moment at the kitchen table thinking, “hey, I am Brian; I am this person,” while touching your hand to your nose. Burning yourself on the stove, crawling around on the floor, feeling the carpet beneath you. Feeling the linoleum beneath you when you get in the kitchen. Sitting on the stairs.…
Tag: Texas
Texas…my adopted home state!! Texas is a giant, diverse playground full of ecosystems and immigrants from all over. The only thing Texas lacks is state income tax. JK…not really true.
2013 recap and general thoughts on my life
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I’ve been back in America for almost a year now and have repeatedly settled into and broken out of a few semi-regular jobs—which have constrained time for adventures a bit—and just made me feel stuck and anxious about life in…
Saturday morning
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Saturday morning and it’s like a real weekend again because I’m not working the jobs where I’m currently underemployed (but thankful to have). Like being a kid again except instead of Saturday morning cartoons I read the news and ate low-fat Greek yogurt with oatmeal and honey mixed in. No one is at the house. My father is in South America skiing. My mom went to go visit family. Since nobody is home to disrupt…
making sense of 2012
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I now realize that the vitamin I just took was intended to be dissolved in liquid prior to consumption. I was wondering why 1) it tasted so awful when vitamins are generally innocuous; 2) my mouth started foaming as I…
another successful failure
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So, just for a joke, I’ve been trying to live like an adult lately. Since my lack of experience has so far prevented me from getting work in an adult industry I decided I’d do the next best thing—I’d just pursue an internship and get fucked for free. Yep, I resorted to the kind of thing I should’ve done when I was in college, when instead of being responsible, I was partying all the time…
explorer syndrome
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I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Austin staring out the window, watching an overweight woman dance at a bus stop across the street. She is probably mentally free. I came to Austin to take a break from searching for jobs in DFW. I like not really knowing my way around here; there’s something liberating about it. Not so much here as in other, larger cities I’ve been in, but there is a feeling of…