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Took a very long, involved personality test: turns out that I am "Introverted Thinking with Intuition".

Means that I'm good for: law, architecture, computer programing (heh) and writing. I like to work alone or small groups of good solid folks, nonstructured environments, learning new stuff, and developing creative, theoretical and logical processes and solving complex problems. Evidently, I can see the big picture easily and I can use long-term thinking.

I get pissy with organizing people, supervision, being realistic on a consistant basis (heh), redundancy, and I can be insensitive to other people's feelings (because I don't have any), critical and demanding of others.

And there are only 4 percent of people of this type in the US. Fifty percent of people who are the exact opposite of that type (Extraverted Sensitive with Judging) make up the US population.

This tells me a hell of a lot right there.

(The only conflict I have is with architecture- for some odd reason, I don't like my creations to be physically bigger than me.)

I ended up having salmon for thanksgiving.

We went to Jake's Grill, an established restaurant on the Portland scene. This restaurant has been around forever- with the wait staff done up all in white suits and black bow-ties, a beautiful mahogany bar, mounted bufflo head, brass, hunter green trim, dark- you get the idea. If it was a different era, there would have been cigar smoke. A pretty classy place that is also reknowned for its salmon. Needless to say, since it's such classy dive, I've only been there once (my high school graduation). So to hell with having turkey. Serve me the salmon.

It was perfect. Some of the best I've had in ages.

And get this- some guy tries to pick me up in the bar with my mom sitting right next to me. She was laughing so hard, tears were coming out of her eyes. At one point, the guy asked what was wrong with her. I said, "Oh nothing. She's just my mother." Remarkably, it didn't phase him. I don't think he believed me though- she and I don't look anything alike.

Pretty interesting holiday.

Now everybody get back to work and talk to me about a job.

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have a nice day

How would a girl like me come up with $13,000 in four months time?

Legally.

It is snooooooooowing. Big fat chunky flakes.

They taste wet.

A dying woman speaks a dying language, standing in a mansion the kingdom of vitality built.

I love this passage, again from McKee's Story...

"When we remove conflict from one level of life, it amplifies ten times over on another level.

If, for example, we manage to satisfy our external desires and find harmony in the world, in short order serenity turns to boredom. Now Sartre's "scarcity" is the absence of conflict itself. Boredom is the inner conflict we suffer when we lose desire, when we lack a lacking....

By and large, the struggle for physical survival has been eliminated for the educated classes of the industrialized nations. This security from the outside world gives us time to reflect on the world inside. Once housed, dressed, fed, and medicated, we take a breath and realize how incomplete we are as human beings. We want more than physical comfort, we want, of all things, happiness, and so begin the wars of the inner life.

If, as a writer, however, you find that the conflicts of the mind, body and soul do not interest you, then look into the Third World and see how the rest of humanity lives. The majority suffer short, painful existences, ridden with disease and hunger, terrorized by tyranny and lawless violence, without hope that life will ever be any different for their children.

If the depth and breadth of conflict in the inner life and the greater world do not move you, let this: death. Death is like a freight train in the future, heading toward us, closing the hours, second by second, between now and then. If we're to live with any sense of satisfaction, we must engage life's forces of antagonism before the train arrives.

An artist intent on creating works of lasting quality comes to realize that life isn't about subtle adjustments to stress, or hyper-conflicts of master criminals with stolen nuclear devices holding cities for ransom. Life is about the ultimate questions of finding love and self-worth, of bringing serenity to inner chaos, of the titanic social inequalities everywhere around us, of time running out. Life is conflict. That is it's nature. The writer must decide where and how to orchestrate this struggle."

okay. okay. one more and that's it. maybe.

"As an audience we embrace the artist and say: 'I'd like a poetic experience in breadth and depth to the limits of life. But I'm a reasonable person. If I give you only a few minutes to read or witness your work, it would be unfair of me to demand that you to take me to the limit. Instead I'd like a moment of pleasure, an insight or two, no more than that. But if I give you important hours of my life, I expect you to be an artist of power who can reach the boundaries of existence.'"


Thanks for your time. One day, I hope to become an artist of power that can reach the boundaries of existence. All for you.

So here's an updated list of the (more interesting) companies that I have been trying my damnedest to break into as of late:

Lonely Planet US office in Oakland, CA. Based in Melbourne, Australia.

Nike based right here in Beaverton. this is probably my best bet as I have a couple of insiders that can keep an eye out for openings.

Wieden + Kennedy a local-schmokal advertising agency started in Portland (if I remember my local history correctly). Also has offices in New York, Amsterdam, London and Tokyo. Most award winning advertising agency in the world (if you believe an ad agency's webpage) and has an amazing client roster. (*cough* Nike owns their hides *cough*). ;)

If you are going to look at only of these pages, check that one out. It's worth the two-minute peek. pretty damn cool.

Blue Magazine based in New York City. I like their attitude, concept and image. But from what I can tell, it's not very well run. For one, their distribution sucks- I can't find it even in the largest magazine retailers here, or even the travel-specific literature retailers. And their website has not been updated in six months. Not cool.

If you gotta any ideas to share with me, spill 'em.

please.

Hey. How you all doin'?

well, you are lookin' good.


(Talk to me if we haven't had "the talk" about a possible upcoming late June event.)

Interesting how if you can't make a decision, life forces the issue anyway.

My uncle's in the hospital- open heart surgery last night. Looks like he'll pull through okay. Shocked the hell out of the rest of us though.

I've decided to find a job where I can stick close to the area for the time being. No more east coast searches. He (my uncle) would be sorely pissed at me if I didn't keep on pursuing what I want to do. So I'll spend the next year getting my ducks lined up in a row to attack graduate school- Fall 2005.

As I look up, I see there are far too many pictures of me traveling alone.

(Hey doC, what were those schools for Masters in International Relations that we talked about eariler in the year? My paper list got lost in the move. All I can remember is London School of Economics and Georgetown University....)

The job was perfect.

Travel around the country for six months. Learn a new skill (video and sound production). Pay is very decent- not unionized, but then I don't plan to become a union member. Food and lodging paid for by the company. Work with interesting folks.

It just sucks that the creep was coming on to me during the interview. Do not want to share a hotel room for six months with a guy that can't keep it in his pants.

Back to the drawing board.

Here's a little something I wrote up about a couple of weeks ago: Gaydar

Just to give you an idea, November's theme is "voice". The overarching theme of the e-zine is the Internet, but I've noticed a definate deviancy from that in the past year, which is good for any subsequent entries. However, for my first piece to them, I wanted to hit both of those birds cleanly- much safer that way.

Not front page stuff, but then, I'm not the editor.

Thanks to those of you who helped with the inspiration.