I am strong, like ant.
Bunuel, Truffaut, Tarantino, Coen's, Gilliam. Gondry, Jonze.
Black Mirror. Vice. This is retArd.
I won't list music because I'm a competent and literate musician. I like good music, ok?
I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
If "my hands" had been added to the end of this question, I would have written:
Write letters of recommendation.
Be a hand model.
Bite my nails.
Do the 'queen' wave during a parade.
"If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading."
Man Makes Progress, Eats More Apples -Newswire, October 2016
It's been way too long since I reupped my story, so here goes.
I'm (still) living in Palo Alto, and (still) manage content marketing at a (still) successful Mountain View / Israel startup. I'm WAY better at it after close to two years, and it feels like I made more or less the right choice at that particular fork in the road.
In the past 12 months, I've had two surgeries: one voluntary (took out a grody cyst named quato) and one involuntary (Got my wrist pinned back together after a grody bike accident. How do you like my use of the word "grody"? I've decided it's time to revisit some colloquialisms from my childhood. Like, OhMyGod!!
I also had my bike stolen and bought a better one. (See? Even stolen water glasses are half full for this guy - NOBODY puts bubba in the corner.) I'm sure! Gag me with a spoon!
I'm renting a new practice space with some friendos and trying to get there a lot. Yoda would yell at me about that statement, but hey... It's hard to rally after 11 hour days sometimes. Anyway, I'm trying, like to the max, for sure!
Um. So I was trying to date. I mean I was dating. A bit. Then I decided that was kind of dumb, since I just wasn't that into it. So I stopped, starting feeling a little better about everything, and now I think I want to root around some, like the silly little love-peeg that I can be when the time is right. (snort) Soooo bitchen!
Like most of us here, I'm ultimately looking for my LAST rodeo, and this is definitely an ancillary channel, but I figure what the hell. We'll all be 90% robots in 20 years anyway. Might as well start practicing. The other rodeos were great, including 15 years of blessed, generally happy matrimony with a truly lovely person. "I have the BEST MEMORIES. The BEST, believe me." -Me, as the the psychologically stunted orange ruffian currently running for President
I know that you don't usually find what you're looking for until you stop looking, so I'm not really here to look. Except I am. In the real world, I'm shaking off the last of the post-mortem divorcee fog (2-1/2 years), doing good work, and making good choices. I guess we call it "#adulting" now, because who even cares about English. Like, totally bag that hashtag. I'm so sure! Barf out!
So how are you?