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i’m going to post a short story im working on in a few days, and would appreciate anyone and everyone’s feedback. it’s a flash fiction piece, and i dig it. a tragic comedy. sad, but bittersweet at the same time.

interviews interviews interviews this week.

if I don’t land a job im finishing the app then heading to new zealand for a while. Its time I get me some intense UV rays. and see what the sheep are all about.

here are some options: hawaii, new zealand, australia, thailand, nepal, hong kong.

something rural. something nice. and something far far different than los angeles. couchsurfers, get those beds ready.

I watched united 93 tonight. Christ. Intense. Death. Memories. Brutal to watch, not just hard.

I can’t remember the last film I saw that affected me like this, leaving me comfortably numb, lonely, empty inside. the film itself was real, historically analyzed, and that’s what made it all the more depressing.  The scenes of a woman calling her son who was at home, smiling through the I Love yous, a girl in her 20s calling her parents, telling her that the plane is hijacked, and that this is the last time I’ll talk to you, two grandparents calling their grandchildren trying to make sense of it all, the passengers’ uprising the killers head bludgeoned to a red pulp the door breaking apart the plane drops altitude from the sky coming closer to the ground closer and then nothing. black. just black.

i quit my job today. gave them 2 weeks.  couldn’t sleep last night. i have a girl on the brain. don’t ask me how this is happening, or why, or why now, i can’t figure it out, but im actually comfortable with where its going. she’s not a hippie, but grew up in the mountains, and is almost as tall as me.

yeah so i quit. with nothing set in place for after i get outta that spot. but i’m okay with that. corporate america is a prison; job longevity completely overrated. at this point at least. what are we? monkeys who sit in front of computers and learn how to work machines? is that life? work was getting pathetic, and i wanted out.  the brothers are excited, the friends as well, the parents a different story. and that is to be expected

the past few years have been filled with personal torment and struggle, self loathing and discovery, a squashing and reconstruction of myself.  i’ve played cat and mouse with the ‘i’ll figure it out at some point’ game for god knows how long, and I can tell, just from my body, that my head has put the brakes and actually getting perspective into what its doing. i’m doing it right now, and this utterly foreign sensation has entered the naturalization stage.

I am a writer. I’m writing. I write.  A few months ago I realized I could even make money doing it, by coming up with concepts, channeling those cerebral spasms into something useful for a client, who would like to figure out how to present something..a shoe, new detergent, a political policy, a festival, a book about the Jewish view on masturbation, whatever comes up.  and there’s thing place called advertising school that I knew nothing about (operation destroy college counselor initiated) that I’m scrambling to get my shit together for, so that I can join their ranks and fill my head with how to sell, and what to say in order to sell.  what gets me slightly down are my shortcomings, however apparent, however minute. i guess the self-guessing never stops. whatever. let someone else run the footlocker, run the chinese slave shoe factory, train the managers, and fire the employees who are doing blow in the stackroom. I just wanna write their commercials and name their shoes for them.

life is good on other fronts. i mentioned the woman, and that is going well. im into her like I’m still in high school. which makes sense, since she’s not 20 yet. but i give her credit, she’s got an older mind on her shoulders, as i did, do, had. the hotness factor undoubtedly plays serious role as well. the brother is a lawyer and working with the father, the mother is on the path of being a real estate mogul, the other brother, i don’t know, i think he’s just growing up. on saturday i’m going for an ear candling and a foot detox, and then the moca to check out some japanese art exhibit with my friend. big weekend? maybe.

look forward to the weekend. we all need it. peace and love, shabbat shalom…i hope things are going well for you in your neck of the forest.

I recently joined Broowaha, per a co-worker’s suggestion.

I got bored at work at wrote an article.

I got made.

Mideast conference spirals out of control in falafel fight 

Thanks Jen! I hope the sex rocks.

I take more puffs asthma inhaler lungs filling with fillings of smoke the gray matter of the dark matter the deli fruit platter my grandmothers Alzheimer’s forces her to steal danish cookies from 99cents store building blocks from potatoes stolen in Auschwitz cell block A arthritis from airplane factories slaves to the station we are inducing stress for the purpose of? tell me but i think i was happier in the shade painting with mud with the nighttime owls and daytripping tigers. memories and dreams squashed like bugs man oh man! is that swatter of societal sensibility big, bigger than both you and me and everyone around us. so what exactly are we living for but the chance to continue the farce or soul larcenything that has to do with securing funds and moving up the ranks which have no top rung in sight. we are chasing paper, the green slips for all the hopeful hits to do it all over again, make more of ourselves and keep the game going keepthegame going keepthegamegoing keepthegamegoing with no finish line but retirement confines, somewhere in santa barbara with the naked old men with sores on their necks. is this what we’re fighting for?

are we staggering or running? it’s not post culture shock anymore. i’m running out of scapegoats for my predicaments. theyre lurking around here somewhere.

been back nearly 3 months and i’m still job hunting. i have made progress though. met up with MTV a few weeks back for a design/management position. ‘we all love you but we can’t expand right now’. i have my second of three interviews for a hi end design firm in LA. so that’s a good thing. an even better thing is that my brothers and I are doing business together…starting a social networking site in a specific niche market. for the three of you that read this, you know what it’s about. the others: it’s top secret and i will kill you.

BUT what takes the danish is hands down was my interview with a ‘team coordinator’ for acn wireless…a ponzi pyramid scheme where new recruits are encouraged to sell wireless services and basically recruit more of their friends to enroll - at $499 each. it was complete bullshit. but he had great tricks up his sleeve…a promotional video featuring donald trump, legal protection, failing to mention the start-up fee, promising a rich lavish lifestyle. when press though, he did elicit a few honest, shocking answers…the fact that after a year he has only 60 customers for service, but 320 lowest level recruits. ACN. total fucking scam. afterwards i talked to the barista at coffee bean. jack hails from Missouri, lived in rural country with 1 mile between each house. now that i think about it, that really sucks if you’re a kid without a bike.

having terrible, terrible luck with the opposite sex lately. nothing really more to add, but that, yeah, i’m not really in uh, relationship get-to-know-you at the moment. i saw an old friend at big 5 the other day. he was buying black shoes for the holiday, asking me about my woman situation. funny thing about us jews. i guess i’m at that stage when the topic of marriage is making a more frequent appearance. that dick. anyways. it’s weird.

it’s like annoying as all hell conversation when you meet someone from your university or home town; the blabber rants on incessantly, spewing out a 6 inch thick catalog of names who either don’t recognize or want to forget. “oh do you know this guy, he lived on your street, played a lot of basketball…steve something? No? he’s a really funny guy. alcoholic too. what about…”

yeah what about NO.

anyways…this guy asks me my age (24) then somehow jumps to ‘yeah you know, when you’re 30 though, your options and choices are more limited. all the 22, 23 year olds are taken. then you start asking, well, she’s 27…why is she still single? you gotta ask yourself that.’ so now i’m 30, still single, jobless, and probably going to end up with someone who is likely unattractive and so ill tempered no one wants to be with her.

this guy is my new best friend.

last friday night we went out for chinese food. it was terrible, but the fortune cookie i got was great. it went something along the lines of ‘you’re only just starting on the path to many great things.’ it was something like that, but more, what, chinese-ee? fortune cookie-ish speak? okay. i’m a racist. but screw you. it was my cookie!

with the fortune of an overprocessed malodextrine, cardboard like pastry, i wake up anew! job interview is on monday.

p.s. i emailed the dude from ACN…i’ll update tomorrow with his response…if he writes back…please, please write back. this could get very, very fun.