Changes
Light posting lately. Sam was visiting for the past three weeks, and I was more constructively occupied. The beginning of his trip was really chaotic, in a beautiful way. I had a one night stand gig with Delco Nightingale in Winston-Salem on July 2, and had to spend the day before driving down. As a result, Sam spent the 1st and 2nd of the month at my parents place, and then headed up to Destination Greenpoint USA to chill with Christina. I spent the 3rd hightailing it to the city, and the next day our friends the Roats came up to watch the fireworks from the roof.
While he was up there, Christina or her parents (who were also visiting) bought Sam a Lego digital camera, which is exactly what it sounds like. We saved his photos, and here are a few.
And here’s a portrait of the artiste, rockin’ out on the Fourth:
That was before the mohawk:
So yeah, it’s been a busy month. Sam’s back with his mom for the next couple of weeks, and then he’s here again for the first three weeks of August.
Meanwhile, I’m in the middle of some significant transitions myself. As I mentioned, Christina’s living in Brooklyn now, so there’s been a lot of commuting. As it turned out, neither of us really took into account the ramifications of the move, especially me: it’s a pain in the heart and the ass for both of us, and I’ll leave it at that. Meanwhile, I’m out of work myself, and while I had previously objected to moving to New York, it’s now on the radar as much as Philadelphia. I recently refinanced to do some renovations to my house, which are presently underway, and there are worse things than being a landlord.
I don’t mean to sound flip about being unemployed, by the way. I hate looking for work, the insecurity of no guaranteed income terrifies me, and I want to get back to work as soon as I can. That said, after six years of grant writing for human services organizations, I am burnt out. I’m happy to provide direct service -a friend may have a contact at an organization that provides job coaching to people with intellectual disabilities, the current euphemism for mentally retarded people- but no more begging for money from rich people and corporations that simply don’t get it. Grants for arts and culture, community development corporations (CDCs), that kind of thing is OK, but even then on a part-time basis. And really, I’d rather be making beer. I also have some freelance stuff coming up, and I’m keeping busy with scrapple news (here’s one I forgot about, written a few weeks back, by the way). Sometimes opportunity doesn’t so much knock as it shows you to the door.
In closing, I can’t promise how active this blog is going to be for the next few weeks, which is what i always say before a spasm of obsessive blogging. I’ll try to keep up, but if there are absences, well… I’m a busy fuckin’ guy with a busy fuckin’ schedule.
Oh, and not-so-confidentially: I’m not sorry for anything I have ever said, or ever WILL say, about Tom Corbett. The man is a soulless piece of shit, who doesn’t so much have a heart as he has a calculator in his chest.
