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ERIN IN THE BAY

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As I woke up this morning at 6:30 am, after having arrived home from the airport at 2 am, I thought, I’m so glad I don’t have to fly to work.

Naturally—let me plume myself—it was a success. I have proved to myself once and for all that with a strong enough will one can surmount any obstacle.

from In America, a novel about a Polish actorby Susan Sontag, one of my favorite writers. Because Susan Sontag is a thinker, a theorizer, she often inserts what it’s like to be an artist in this book. I don’t doubt that she draws parallels between this highly successful female actor and herself. I can’t help but find these parallels in myself too. I want to think that my will can take me far, and I know it can. The job search, and this sort of inherent definition of Who We Are based on our job, is wearying. At some moments—many moments—it doesn’t feel fair. But this actor, and I think Sontag, trusts herself. I trust myself, deep down. I have to. I think artists must—must—have this trust within themselves to make it through this capitalistic life. A place where we’re fooled into thinking that we’re Workers instead of thinkers, perceivers, givers, lovers.

Don’t stop reading books. Don’t stop thinking, seeing, feeling, going. Traveling. Life is here, now, in your hands, no matter how far away it seems at any moment.

In regards to school, this is how I feel right now. I can see green, but I can’t really feel it or touch it. I’m still in the tunnel, still stuck in working land. But I know I’m about to come out. About 5 weeks to go. 
At least I got to watch The Prestige and eat Indian food last night (with him). It was really nice.
Off to school to do some photo editing. Not such a bad life after all.

In regards to school, this is how I feel right now. I can see green, but I can’t really feel it or touch it. I’m still in the tunnel, still stuck in working land. But I know I’m about to come out. About 5 weeks to go. 

At least I got to watch The Prestige and eat Indian food last night (with him). It was really nice.

Off to school to do some photo editing. Not such a bad life after all.

I’m so glad it’s raining like hell today. I’m putting on my writer hat and getting to work. Not going to change out of my pajamas.
(And this, what can be discovered by going through this tunnel? What is the tunnel for me?)

I’m so glad it’s raining like hell today. I’m putting on my writer hat and getting to work. Not going to change out of my pajamas.

(And this, what can be discovered by going through this tunnel? What is the tunnel for me?)

I’ve been working a lot on school work and/or trying to keep up with all of the other little commitments of my life and weekly schedule. Tutoring, field trips (This week I went to the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, and then went back down to San Jose to hang out with a friend visiting from the east coast yesterday), class, work, boy, cleaning, sleeping, homework, reading, writing…

This weekend I have roughly 3 papers to write. 

On Wednesday I went to the Berkeley Public Library for the first time, which is on my street. (Not sure how I missed it for this long). I was elated to go down to the bottom floor and find rows and rows of poetry books—something I haven’t found in any of the stacks of the Oakland Public Libraries. I got a library card and checked out 2 books, and proceeded to the 5th floor, the music and art section. There they played classical music and it was relatively quiet. There, I was a stranger just doing her work. I think I have a new secret working place (which is extremely exciting for me. Don’t tell anyone.)

While my friend from the east and I chatted, we talked about the different U.S. cities we’ve been to, which ones we could live in. Which ones we couldn’t. I wonder where I’ll live for the rest of my life, but I know it won’t be only one place. How do you decide where your home is? How do you decide that a place fits you? How do you reconcile the memories and feelings of other places, while trying to create meaningful ones in the place you’re in now? How much of my surroundings need to be familiar, how much unfamiliar?