was reading the sunday times from your account alex, thank you!
and i liked this:
Mr. Lynch also stressed the importance of fearlessness. “Fear is like a tourniquet on the big tube of creative flow,” he said. And thanks to meditation, “negative things decrease,” he added. “You get more ideas. You catch them at a deeper level.”
alex were you the one who—->
.—–> had that buy it from tv thing ‘The Clapper’? and when people screamed or laughed too loudly at a party, the lights would turn on and off? i smilingly thought of that, but couldnt remember if it was you.
and guess what really really really really soon i will write about something bigger than the ongoings of my life. really! i mean, im obviously right on the brink of figuring out all of my relationships, my job path, and all my ideologoical queries. SO, soon, the only thing left to do will be highbrow theorizing. right?
i sense its right around the corner. as soon as i figure out what im going to wear tonight, and maybe make a few pointless phone calls…. : )
suzyfrenzy
aleXXX, i called you yesterday from a veg. resturaunt in manhattan bc en route to my 2nd interview, i realised the only info i had was where to get off the subway, but NO ADDRESS. holy jeez, why am i so so DUMBBBB sometimes? calling calling all around for someone to check my email, its east coast lunchtime, no ones in front of a comp.
finally stumbled across an internet cafe. freaking out, address is not in my email, googling these people who are owned by a big agency in france, couldnt find their info, finally finally do, swedish visitor sitting next to me checking his email is laughing at me, im all ’should i go to the bathroom before this interview or do i look ok? lipstick needed? what, tell me!’ maybe he’ll think all americans are crazed now bc of that (well, are we not? )
get to the interview and it was something ive been waiting for for so long. ive lived in opposition with my environment for way way too long. the office was cool sleek clear orange walls, all the people were very Cool New York-ish, and everything felt sort of right. they liked me, i like them. i have an in in a way with the VP. they think something will be opening in Nov. i think im moving to the city in Nov. it all seems… too good to be true?
which it is. i know id feel empty in a way. i know id want to start an internship progam w inner city youth or make community service requirements for the company or something. but i need to pay my dues, make some cash, and be happy. i think this would make me happy.
the first interview was awesome, too. the person id be working under was the Nicest Lady id met in a long time. she was so sweet and it would be a pleasure working for her, i know it. my job would be to help about 500 doctors, scientists and researchers fill out thier grant applications for projects they need funding for. so id be involved in cutting edge science in a weird way. id be helping to make it happen!
they both pay well. they are both on madison aveune. my life seems like its getting further and further away from something that i can plan out and predict. and i think i am perfectly ok with that right now. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
suzys looking for a little apt in nyc. wish her some luck and luck mixed with a lil bit of LUCK
possibly one of the most not fun things to do in life:
try to find a new apartment.
and the worst place ive had to do it so far:
new york city.
[some excerpts from this hunt, all from actual craigslist postings]
so, tell us about you! and also please answer these 3 questions:
1. favorite movie?
2. favorite book?
3. big or aidan?
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No vices
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This is a studio apt, well lit, use of electric,computer,cable tv w/rem all util. included. all e mails answered. All common areas shared. MUST BE SMALL..UNDER 5′3″ due to small stairway for safety reasons. Female only
Email your picture and telephone number.
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or, all too many times:
looking for a clean female to share a 2 bedroom apt. it is in queens/elmhurst. 400 a month utilities are included. send a pic and info about yourself i am a male
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i will like to share with a girl i cant sleep by my self i am a guy verey ez to be with clean verey good hearth for mor info you could contact me at 1718 866 8xxx
yuck. c’mon. i want a cute little room. window. closet. quirky nice rm. a rat seen twice in the place is even fine. I JUST WANT SOMETHING NORMAL. not happening anytime soon, is it?
alex- while you are out in HOLLYWOOD- i am stuck in a dumb suburban city. i send my press releases out to papers that have the following as thier Most Read Stories
These are the most popular articles of the week– they have been read the most:
1)Autumn Means Apples
2)Lost Cat
3) September 26th is Johnny Appleseed’s birthday!
4) Terry and Jamie Jones host a fundraiser for Dan Debicela
get me away from here, im dying!!! (belle and sebastian) (loves of my life) can we upload music here? i tried to put that song in but i cant. am i dumb? im not ready to be dumb. when i am very old i will give up in the face of technology, but not YET>
dream on dreamer / life gets in the way
“If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”
-Shel
for my birthday xander?
http://www.engadget.com/2006/09/26/nokias-n95-smartphone-goes-legit/
its so weird i want that. why do i want that? but I WANT THAT!
ill do good things w it, i promise!!!!!!!!!!!
alex get wellex
throat
i think thats how you spell it. its like the most difficult word in the world. i read on npr the other day that Spelling Bees are a very perculiar thing, you can only have them in certain countries. in italian, things are spelled just how they look. same for so many languages.
i like ritas london observations. I MISS LONDON. ill be living there one day : )
i have two interviews in nyc thurdsay. grants coordinator for a big research hospital, and writer for an ad agency…
hmm.
ill let you know how it all goes. suzy with a briefcase in new york city.
rita’s blog: guide to london by a valley girl
Ive never been to England before spring of 2006. I’m here again for a while. Its such a great place, London is amazing. The architecture, the details, the people, the history is all sensory stimulating for me, I just stare at everything silent, with my mouth open,.. blatantly a tourist, I dont care though, its beautiful.
The pound to dollar exchange BLOWS on the visitor entering the UK, everything is priced the same as it would be in the US, 50 pence for a candy bar, 50 cents for a candy bar, except that 50P is equivalent to $1, so eating out and shopping is a blow to the bank, Ive paid about double what I would for fast food!
People on the whole are not as fake. Probably the whole fucking world is less fake that LA! Hello. Dumb fact that Ive realized a while back (see dumb valley girl mentality? Im working on it!) Workers at restaurants give bad service, workers at shops seem genuinely bothered when you ask them a question, a baker at the bakery didnt know or didnt care if their brown bread is made from wheat.
In LA people are overly nice to you to get something out of you, money, opportunities etc. I like the genuine politeness that you have to work to get, I hate it when Im walking around a shop and the retail worker will not leave me alone, or the waitress who is overly nice, tells me her name, and how shell be serving me today and all that. As you can maybe tell I like the attitude of people here better, Im a bit more comfortable with this kind of treatment. I can be quiet and not feel bad.
I felt like such a stupid American so many times, I cant even count now, due to the fact that everyone here is more aware, educated, smarter than the average American. They finish school earlier, use a broader vocabulary, and just know all about pop culture in the US, our history, everything current and we are taught nothing of their culture. Like its all kept internal in the US. Its kind of wrong and weird and scary at the same time.
The accents here are so different. Almost everyone I speak to sounds different. And because most people watch American shows, people here are familiar with the American sound. Its cool to hear friends of Simon doing a perfect American accent in a joke, and cringe worthy to hear people in my circle doing really bad British accents. Its out of a sitcom, so its still fun to watch and be there for it.
Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE here dresses well. Or well thought out, the general public has such a crazy idea of dressing sharp that it really looks like a set up. I can come up with a theory that people in LA just dont care as much, unless you are at a club or in Beverly Hills or something.
All the young people are so trendy, not just trendy, but they dress what in LA would be cutting edge fashions. The ones you crave to obtain, and only when you can actually find them, the trend has gone off. But its neat cause here everyone dresses at all the levels of trendy, and all the fashions are readily available through H&M and Topshop. Girls just dress so cute, and posh, I like seeing it everywhere, although Im almost going to barf, but not, cause I like it. Me, dressing as crap as I do, was well insecure when I first came here, I went on a shopping spree only to find that I hated most things I bought and gave them to my sister. But seriously its really inspiring to be around so many poshly dressed people.
Boys dress equally as good, like they just stepped out of something, where to the English get such a great fashion sense? I love it!
Everyone goes to the pub. Groups go after work everyday, during, nighttime, all the time it seems, its common. Walking down SOHO is neat because all the people who just got out of work are at the pub, crowed outside as well, standing around drinking in the street, late afternoon until night. Its so awesome seeing all the smart dressed folk in awesome designer sassy suits. People watching is so great here, I draw so as much as I can in public.
Some slang Ive picked up along the way, and managed to work out the translation.
Quid- slang for pound. Also, in speech mentioning a (fiver/tenner) a 5 pound note, 10pound
Loo/Toilet- bathroom as we would call it, I was called on this one by a friend of Simons, Bathroom?! its the LOO! Here its called the loo, theres no BATH in the toilet! To me, toilet sounds a bit too crass. Im not the only Californian to think this.
Pants- underpants, boxers, panties, underPANTS. They call what we call pants trousers, makes perfect sense, Americans were the ones that messed that one up. Ive gotten into some embarrassing situations asking random people where they got their pants from, and got really funny looks from them.
Words that describe satisfaction, how great something is, attractiveness etc,
Buff- hot, nice, yummy, good looking, great (these biscuits are BUFF, yeah, shes pretty buff) or fit
Safe- good, great, above satisfactory. (so and sos on tonight? Saaaafe or safe to whats his name..)
Slang words from the gangbusters as my mom would call m:
Innit- as in isnt it, so called chavs use words like this in the middle of sentences, Oi, ya ony got 10p innit? or isit as in asking, is it? pronounced IZZZit
Great dis words (Coronados! take note):
Git -(as in you GIT! not very harsh, kind of like dork)
Naff- (thats SO naff lame, uncool, not ON)
Tosser- (to be used like wanker)
Twat -(pronounced twAt with a flat a this is one of the only words where Americans pronounce this word the way English should pronounce it, and vice versa).
fn great.
There are plenty more, Ill let you know when I can get them together.
Ill be back for Thanksgiving, hope to see you then,
xoxo
hey suzyyyy. i’m sick. or something. my throught hurts. and the work throught seems weird to type.
kitty went to get fixed today. sometimes i wish the same for me. ha.
im drinking a lot of tea, honey, lemon and ricola. RIIIcolllaaaa…
i’m going to post a copy of a blog of my friend rita, she is from here but her boyfriend, simon, who i worked with on a film is a cutey little brit and they are living in london right now. you’ll get a kick out of it.
alex i think i may be bipolar! but yikes i wont blog about it (right now at least)!
well welll welllll i suppose thats not the most interesting of subjects, now is it???
real quick, though, let me go on for a moment about why i think this… (i know i know, i was supposed to get over this when i was a teenager, well, i didnt whatever…)
ok – pointless- i jsut wrote a lot but then decided i wasnt quite comfortable with it out there for the universe. maybe later.
holland, 1945 is on by neutral milk hotel. i love love love lvoe this songgg
‘but now we must pack up every piece
of the life we used to love
just keep ourselves
at least enough to carry on’
i wanted to give you a passage i thought you would like from a book i was reading that i think you will like, but i cantfindit, so heres a diff one from the same book, which is called ‘The Book of Understanding’ by Osho (funny bc of the name of our blog baby, isnt it?)
ok, time for some enlightenment!
“It does not matter what you do. What matters is how you do it- of your own accord, with your own vision, with your own love. Then whatever you touch becomes gold.”
(i like the end part) : )
and in response to what you wrote about spoiled by san fran, i can totally see that. thats sort of why i think i know i have it so good to be just alive in some ways: i grew up in a boring town, so everythings always exciting to me. and thennnnn, i worked with people who were in very difficult situations, and that gave me a new perspective, too. try working with innocent little kids in a homeless shelter, and then being pissed off that a girl spills a beer on you in a bar or something. its sort of impossible.
PERSEPECTIVE.
i feel like im on emotional cocaine right now. im listening to a mix tape i made for heidi for her birthday, im running around my house like a small child maniac. i think i should use this energy to DO SOME FUCKING LAUNDRY.
[i never install the updates on my computer!
i always just make that box that pops up to ask me GO AWAY.]
suzanne, we’re IN IT.
we’re in it. in what? we’re IN IT. the life we plan/dream/imagine. i mean, there might be NEW things. but as of NOW. you. and. i. are. IN. IT.
sorry no sunday drive call, i failed to leave until long after 8 or 9 and traveled into the wee early hours. only to gain NO sleep because of a hyper kitten that needed some love. sadly, i was in no mood and the poor guy flew across the room throughout the morning hours. HIS FAULT though, he was fucking scratching at my head and face all night and it was too hot to sleep under the covers. tough times.
we are in it.
i LOVE, lalalaLOVE san francisco. it is my HOME. and i never believed in anywhere being HOME, really. but san francisco is just so lovely and kind to me. the people are on my page.
i think THIS: living in SF will screw you over. big time, once one lives in SF with the liberal, forward vibes (gay, anti god, as discussed earlier) it becomes VERy hard to cope in ANY other setting. ie. LA: people talking about armani, gucci, and god. NOT FOR ME.
anyway, for NOW i am IN THIS and working all week in sunny la. working at a major studio with all great talents around. living in my big house with my animals and my plants and my grass. watching the sunset ON sunset. all those things are good, and for every chance to be in sf, i’m i’m i’m there. in it.
dear alex/god are you there? its me, suzy
alex, mr. god is going to be popular for a very very very etc and so on long time. even in san fransico and new york city! education, the ability to think freely and critically, faith in LIFE, this sometimes nonsensical, tough, life, are all necccesary to rid ourselves as a society of GOD. its going to take a long long awhile. hopefully a religion will come along soon that says {if you really love god, do the best you can in the world for yourself and for others, even those you do not know. make honest, pure decisions, and do not be greedy, mean, or in love with false truths.}
thats what god would be if i could create him in a way that would help us out today.
(ps i dont know if you are reading, and ill prob text you or call to tell you this anyway, but we’ll talk on your way home sunday night. i love you and miss you and we are due for a good phone time, although the blog has been nice) !!!
i fucking love shel silverstein. i was at a party at a place called the House of Love in Ct last weekend, and there were all these books in the bathroom (and puppets in the bedrooms and sculptures in the kichen, and bands it seems all the time in the living room…) and one of the books was Where the Sidewalk Ends and i was so happy to see it. i put the book on the sink and flipped it to Come In! or (if you are a dreamer… )(?)
and was hoping everyone would flip to their favorite, so the everyone in the party would be reading Shel when they had to pee : )
