it's yom kippur today. well, to-jewish-day. i've sort of half heartedly decided to fast, and already my throat feels scratchy and dry... amazing. i love it. oy vey.
its funny, i feel like i have a lot to say, but really... i can't think of any huge gaping holes. maybe i'll think of some for later.
i finally got my design portfolio finished, for two different jobs, and i sent it along. if you want to see it i think you can download it at homepages.nyu.edu/~cmb296/Portfolio.pdf. it was a little weird traipsing down memory lane to get all of the stuff together, but it wasn't too arduous.
i hung out with bronnie and sam last night on the roof for a little while, wherein i learned that sam met brandt of washington square news fame... this was the guy who tried to get me to resign. it was strange, but for a brief moment, it all seemed to matter so much, and then, half a second later, it didn't. i didn't feel an urge to go and become best friends with him, but still. high school. college. so major. so trivial.
i taught the first session of this kaplan class i'm teaching up in harlem. it's me and 23 black kids and one hispanic kid. and their... counselor? activity leader? anyway, i was having nightmare scenarios of having a class that was impossible to control, but really, these kids were just as easy, if not easier, then the smaller groups of rich kids i've taught on both the upper west and east sides, respectively. it actually kind of helped to have such a big group, because it was more likely that one of them had an answer. and yes, there were about half a dozen who really looked like they'd've rather been anywhere else but there, but they kept it mostly to themselves.
boy, oh, boy, though, did i feel white.
right before my class i grabbed some breakfast at a place across 125th street called "jimbo's burgers." it was more or less a diner with a burger-centric menu, but they served eggs and sausages and other breakfast stuff. anyway, there are signs all over the place saying "no hanging around atte jimbo's." i'm trying to think of a clever way to make that my motto.
hopefully i won't have to spend all the live-long day in synagogue tomorrow... nothing makes me feel less religious than a trip to a house of worship. my mom is on west coast time, though, so perhaps that will minimize my exposure.
well, that wasn't too bad, considering i thought i didn't have anything to say. i saw this film mutual appreciation the other day. it looked like it was someone's thesis film, shot on grainy black and white, little-to-no lighting, mostly inside people's apartments. i can't say that i loved it, but i liked it, which i guess was inevitable, given that it's about a young twenty-something following his dream, and who has a cardboard-cutout dad who calls constantly so that they can talk about his future. in fact, i found myself slightly creeped out by the father when he said "you shouldn't be holding out for a dream job, any job will do, just so you can start paying the bills, and..." the creepy thing about it was that i found a part of myself agreeing with him; though i purge my correlating responsibility by saying that i am living at home, and, really, i have no bills to pay. it seems like a fine line, on the one side, you have to be practical and have to pay the bills, but on the other, there's always the fear that any job you take simply to take a job will turn into your life. ugh. i'm getting introspective, and it's not even six hours into yom kippur. i'm going to bed.
its funny, i feel like i have a lot to say, but really... i can't think of any huge gaping holes. maybe i'll think of some for later.
i finally got my design portfolio finished, for two different jobs, and i sent it along. if you want to see it i think you can download it at homepages.nyu.edu/~cmb296/Portfolio.pdf. it was a little weird traipsing down memory lane to get all of the stuff together, but it wasn't too arduous.
i hung out with bronnie and sam last night on the roof for a little while, wherein i learned that sam met brandt of washington square news fame... this was the guy who tried to get me to resign. it was strange, but for a brief moment, it all seemed to matter so much, and then, half a second later, it didn't. i didn't feel an urge to go and become best friends with him, but still. high school. college. so major. so trivial.
i taught the first session of this kaplan class i'm teaching up in harlem. it's me and 23 black kids and one hispanic kid. and their... counselor? activity leader? anyway, i was having nightmare scenarios of having a class that was impossible to control, but really, these kids were just as easy, if not easier, then the smaller groups of rich kids i've taught on both the upper west and east sides, respectively. it actually kind of helped to have such a big group, because it was more likely that one of them had an answer. and yes, there were about half a dozen who really looked like they'd've rather been anywhere else but there, but they kept it mostly to themselves.
boy, oh, boy, though, did i feel white.
right before my class i grabbed some breakfast at a place across 125th street called "jimbo's burgers." it was more or less a diner with a burger-centric menu, but they served eggs and sausages and other breakfast stuff. anyway, there are signs all over the place saying "no hanging around atte jimbo's." i'm trying to think of a clever way to make that my motto.
hopefully i won't have to spend all the live-long day in synagogue tomorrow... nothing makes me feel less religious than a trip to a house of worship. my mom is on west coast time, though, so perhaps that will minimize my exposure.
well, that wasn't too bad, considering i thought i didn't have anything to say. i saw this film mutual appreciation the other day. it looked like it was someone's thesis film, shot on grainy black and white, little-to-no lighting, mostly inside people's apartments. i can't say that i loved it, but i liked it, which i guess was inevitable, given that it's about a young twenty-something following his dream, and who has a cardboard-cutout dad who calls constantly so that they can talk about his future. in fact, i found myself slightly creeped out by the father when he said "you shouldn't be holding out for a dream job, any job will do, just so you can start paying the bills, and..." the creepy thing about it was that i found a part of myself agreeing with him; though i purge my correlating responsibility by saying that i am living at home, and, really, i have no bills to pay. it seems like a fine line, on the one side, you have to be practical and have to pay the bills, but on the other, there's always the fear that any job you take simply to take a job will turn into your life. ugh. i'm getting introspective, and it's not even six hours into yom kippur. i'm going to bed.
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