Yes, ok. Haven't been blogging much lately. Don't know why. Sometimes I want to hold the cards closer and sometimes I want to show you the aces. But here I am just busting with nerdly goodness because on Saturday I get to see an advance screening of The Two Towers. I feel excited in the way that one is about seeing very dear friends that one hasn't seen in a long, emotionally turbulent time. I feel in a sense that these movies are depictions of my inner journey. I know I'm not the only one.

On the home front, Christmas is coming and the goose is definitely fat. Great fun is to be had this weekend, with Chuck coming to town to see Two Towers ('twas a pact we made last year) and a group outing to see the *cough*startrek*cough movie at the Chinese theatre. HEY, don't blame ME, it wasn't MY idea *cough*datadatadata*cough. I feel like COOKING YUMMY THINGS. Perhaps some pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread or pumpkin...something, I don't care. David and I have taken to renting Christmas stuff: anything from Scrooged to Rudolph and the Island of Misfit Toys (terrible CGI sequel, oy). A good Christmas is a month-long affair, in my opinion, and I am determined to ignore the fact that it's 70 degrees outside. We won't be going home to New Mexico this year, so we're working on making our own traditions. It's hard not to miss New York this time of year as well, but it doesn't sting like it used to. I think I know there's always going to be a bit of me there, and that's something that can't be erased. Just as now Los Angeles has a tale of me, so does New York. It seems we weave a bit of ourselves into every place we go.

So, yes, the new year will probably mean the need for a new job. I'm not as nervous anymore. I'm not sure why. Somehow I feel that it's going to be alright. The dream of making a sustainable living through art continues to guide me. More as things develop. Still looking at a grey polariod.

Off to see the insane Santaland that has taken up residence in David's office building lobby. Wish I had a digital camera, cause there's no explaining this horrifically hilarious Christmas atrocity.


Here's to making our own traditions. Is there anything more exciting?
William F. House | 12.17.02 - 1:12 pm

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