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mundane stuff and a dilemma
Feb. 16th, 2004 09:35 amMy face is finally unswollen. Regrettably, I have to go to work in a few, and the post office isn't open today despite the stack of stuff I have to mail (gift, ebay, half.com and headshots).
It's gotten cold here again, which is no fun at all, and I am hoping that by this evening I will have been productive enough and feel rested enough to go to the damn movies.
Am also filling out volunteer forms for the Tribeca Film Festival today, because I'd so rather network while being useful as opposed to networking while taking the social whirl far too seriously. I've spent big chunks of my life immersed in both bar and club culture, in pretty specific contexts, and it's not always been easy for me to shift the context in terms of how I come at it -- I'm easily a quiet people watcher sort, so I do tons better when I've got work to energize me. At any rate, having learned my lesson from checking the "will do anything" box for Broadway Under the Stars, I'm only checking the "filmmaker check-in" and "special events" boxes this go around.
Also, if you had a tempestuous and ungraceful childhood, and your mother had given you the number of someone you were friends with then but hadn't spoken to in over 15 years, and she got the number through that person's mom who she had run into at her job, and it's unclear whether the person in question even knows about this or wants to speak to you, although one version of the story does in fact go that way -- would you call them? And what the fuck would you say? And no, email is not an option. There are other complications to the situation, but these are the ones causing me the greatest stress. (And while there's the "call while she's at work" theory, she just returned stateside and I'm not sure that she's currently employed).
It's gotten cold here again, which is no fun at all, and I am hoping that by this evening I will have been productive enough and feel rested enough to go to the damn movies.
Am also filling out volunteer forms for the Tribeca Film Festival today, because I'd so rather network while being useful as opposed to networking while taking the social whirl far too seriously. I've spent big chunks of my life immersed in both bar and club culture, in pretty specific contexts, and it's not always been easy for me to shift the context in terms of how I come at it -- I'm easily a quiet people watcher sort, so I do tons better when I've got work to energize me. At any rate, having learned my lesson from checking the "will do anything" box for Broadway Under the Stars, I'm only checking the "filmmaker check-in" and "special events" boxes this go around.
Also, if you had a tempestuous and ungraceful childhood, and your mother had given you the number of someone you were friends with then but hadn't spoken to in over 15 years, and she got the number through that person's mom who she had run into at her job, and it's unclear whether the person in question even knows about this or wants to speak to you, although one version of the story does in fact go that way -- would you call them? And what the fuck would you say? And no, email is not an option. There are other complications to the situation, but these are the ones causing me the greatest stress. (And while there's the "call while she's at work" theory, she just returned stateside and I'm not sure that she's currently employed).
