So today I decided to resucitate my journaling. Its better for me to keep writing and even though I usually do this on paper, its kinda nice, so I shall resume.
What brought this about you may ask? Well, today was somewhat enlightening for me, and just a good day overall, so it spurred my creative writing juices I supppose. I ran across a good friend of mine's livejournal today and even though we have been really close for some time, i had never seen their livejournal. Its things like this you dont really think about when you are constantly hanging out with a person. But it is these inner thoughts/thoughts written down while intoxicated/random tid-bits from people that can be so interesting and make you like or hate them even more. People can choose who they want to be when they are with you (which i suppose can go just as well for when they are writing) but I think there is less pressure to "be" whomever when you are sitting at home alone on a Friday night writing in your journal.
Anyways, mine are very train-of-thought, so if anyone is in fact reading this, please bear with me as my thoughts often seem to go and come out of nowhere and have no visible links to one another.
So I read this friend's journal today and although it was nothing spectacular, short little entries on a every-so-often basis, very matter of fact, and to the point, there was something there and it made me happy.
Besides this, my good friend Mikey Falletti, ancient cultures master and journal writing extraordinare, wrote a new entry today and always has me rolling on the floor with his ramblings about his harley-riding mother, Cheryl, and his daily fashion adventures. So that just got me more in the mood to write.
Things have been a whirlwind since France. Im finding more joy in my life which i find fabulous...despite the fact that my hometown is in complete ruin. It's certainly strange being home. It's the same city i grew up in--I guess for some reason I thought I may not recognize the place--but its people are mostly gone. At least the more interesting ones who really were the heart and soul of New Orleans. Maybe this is just perception, but it does feel like that sometimes. I drive past these homes I never really noticed before because they were just on my way to school or near the coffee shop, etc. that are now nothing but rubble or wet stuffed animals and rotting fridges and i cant help but think about the story of the people who lives there, where they are now and what i would do if i had come back to something like that for a home. I've posted some of the pictures Ive snapped while driving around town, trying not to pop a tire with all the crap on the streets, and not run any of the new stop signs lying on the ground to replace the traffic lights where there is STILL no electricity. So they are not the greatest quality as far as artful photography goes, but they are there.
Its strange though--it is very hard to help out in any way. If you are going to actually DO something, you need a big ass truck and some heavy duty gloves because the only thing I can see someone feasibly doing without going through an organization like the redcross or fema, is hauling all of the debris and ruined furniture, etc. that is lying all over the place away. To where? I dont know. That is their excuse for not having picked it up already, but in the meantime, we are still without water and electricity in a huge chunk of the city and we are investing in a city-wide wi-fi installation that should be up and running in the next few weeks. What the heck??? A government, dial-up speed wi-fi connection for all of New Orleans, but we still dont have street lights or even trailers for people to live in. Eeeek!
But I digress, I shall try not to get myself imprisoned by yelling at the government on my blog. Im a pacifist and dont want anyone knocking on my door.
On other fronts, but along the same note. Im trying to decide where to go with myself. Im really at quite a loss. I know I dont have to make any decisions now, and I know I just graduated a few days ago, but Im not sure where I want to be. If anyone has any suggestions or information for me, please, I am all ears. Im applying for an artist-in-residency program in Spartanburg, SC but that doesn't start for a while and I dont know the chances of me getting into that program. So Im back to square one.
Its getting late and I feel my eyelids nagging at me to stop typing, so I'll call it a night on this entry, but dont fear, I'll keep this up....and maybe next time a little more lighthearted. For now, Im just wandering.
Goodnight.
