All that stuff we teach college students how to do…
There’s a whole world out there where people actually go do those things.
Yeah, I never imagined it either.
It’s totally cool out there though. Monday, I started a job out there and there’s people out there and none of them have two heads and I met a bunch of them and they actually seem to like it out there and…
On my very second day I got to touch real live art that wasn’t even made by students.
This is kind of how I feel:
You see, in one interpretation, the cheetah represents community college students and the gazelle is art — I get to be the guy. Or, maybe the guy is real live art made by real live artists and I’m the gazelle — art majors who hate making art are the cheetah. Then again, it could be that the cheetah is a metaphor for the economic panic/collapse seen through the lens of someone with an MFA, and… Well, you know, art coefficient, etc.
That and I’m waking up at 6:00 every morning.
I always imagined I might enjoy being a morning person, if I were one. But I’m not. If freshly risen sun were that damn good, we’d do it later in the day. It doesn’t matter how much coffee you drink, sitting still in your car on The Beltway, trying to get a glimpse of what’s happening in between your sun visor and the dashboard without blinding yourself in some damn hippie “sun-rise”, you’re absolutely sure you’d rather just wake up later.