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Attack of the Teeth!

at union station

That’s me, from an interview I did with L.A. Times video journalist, Katy Newton. It’s part of a series she is doing where she talks to people who posted missed connections ads on CraigsList. Had I known I was doing my “genuine smile” i.e. the one where I’m all gums, I might have stopped that. Maybe.

Man, it’s hard seeing yourself on video because most of the time people have this image of themselves in their head that they’ve come to know and have worked on, more or less. How you see yourself is usually much different than how you really are, or how you appear to others.

Actually shooting the video was really fun despite the how freezing it was that night. The length of the video is a bit deceptive though, the filming of this started at Union Station at around 8 and just two train rides and two and a half hours later we were done!

Anyway, I think this post and the previous one here makes me seem either 1. really adventurous and outgoing or 2. super, duper-dee desperate!

greaaattt…

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CrazyBlindReview

Hey, look what I did!

Of course now I’m thinking, “Is there a blog entry here that I don’t want lots of people seeing?”

Also noticing that Daniel is the biggest tag in my tag cloud, which is sort of ironic since I haven’t talked to him in almost a year. I’m thinking I should go add more tags now.

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I Spend, Therefore I Am

Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t partake in anything that general society would call a vice. I don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I do however have a bit of a consumption problem. I’ve touched on this here before actually.

I tend to rely on “retail therapy.” The act of shopping gives me time to think through issues in my life (this has to be done alone though) and I think actually buying something comforts me in a strange and round about way. It makes me feel a little better to have stuff. If I just have this one thing then every little thing will be manageable. It doesn’t even have to be something pretty, like a pair of shoes. I could be buying a colander and it would make me think “Okay, now I can wash broccoli easily and I don’t have to worry about it ever again,” or I could go out to the supermarket for groceries and it would make me feel better.

I’m not quite sure where this came from and how it developed but I’ve only noticed it in the past five years or so. I think my mother does it as well, so maybe it’s hereditary? Or possibly just learned.

Anyway I was reading TreeHugger today and come across a post regarding consumption that linked to a piece about our consumption in The David Report. While most of the ideas in the article are not new, it’s still an interesting look at how our need for consumption is affecting to the planet. It didn’t make me feel as bad as reading Cradle to Cradle did though. It’s a little comforting to know that I am not the only one afflicted, how ever it slightly bothers me that now I do not really have a unique vice and that I’m just like everyone else. I just can’t win.

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Bad News, Good News

bad news: Cassia is moving out.

good news: Cassia and JG are moving into the apt on the other side of the building!

bad news: Jane might be moving out.

good news: Julie might be moving in!

bad news: I’m giving up my big bedroom with the private porch.

good news: I’ll be paying about $200 less in rent while still staying in the same apt!

bad news: I seem to be becoming more of a misanthrope everyday.

good news: It seems that most people I talk to about it feel sort of the same!

bad news: I’m missing certain people

good news: …

I’m not sure if there is any, I mean, Julie is coming back for the summer and while I’m really looking forward to hanging out with her again I know she’ll be gone soon. People seem to come and go from my life and while I do enjoy the time I spend with them I’m always sad when that time comes to an end.

Auntie Evelyn has told me about the whole “everyone serves a purpose” thing in life. There are some people who come and go from your life and others who are there for the long haul. Everyone serves a purpose, either you meet them at a certain point and time and they help you get through something. Perhaps they help you experience something new. In any case they are there, and then they are gone, and that is how it is supposed to be.

While I can certainly appreciate the effort to make sense of something that really can’t be explained but just happens (cause that is life) I kind of do not accept this. I don’t think I ever have, really. Might seem a little sad (or desperate?) but I think I’ve always tried to stay open to people who’ve wanted to stay in touch and it seems that I have a habit of giving people a second chance (or third, fourth, fifth, nth chance) because, well I guess there’s always the chance that they really did change.