Gmail is a dog with a twig tied to it's head

Waiting...

I'm sitting in this boat just waiting for word back on jobs, and freelance opportunities.

Three to four people are supposed to respond to my e-mails but no, they sit in their respective cities hoarding information like the Grinch did with gifts Christmas morning.

Am I supposed to sing?

No this isn't quite right... because the Whos didn't need their toys for Christmas to come. Maybe employment is Christmas... Am I the Grinch? Aghhhhh! Someone give me a job before this metaphor gets out of control!

Sometimes, when you need European Vacation, nothing else will do

The last post was a little negative, so in the interest of balance, I'm going to post something good about California now.

As I write this, I am sitting on a boat in San Diego Harbor, waiting for the sun to set. I came here by way of the Pacific Coast Highway. Driving that road from Long Beach to San Diego in a car with the top down is like experiencing California's Greatest Hits.

Beautiful weather, beautiful scenery, beautiful people... It's no wonder that a large portion of the nation's artists come from here.Everything is so mindblowingly georgeous that I'm forced to quote the Great Clark W. Griswold Jr.:

It's so beautiful, I feel so...

I feel my juices are just... It makes me so...

I want to write. I want to paint.

I want to sculpt something massive.

I've got a creative urge to...

I wonder if there's a men's room around here?

Headed Out Californee Way

"...Well I'm going to be moving soon." A lot of my conversations have been coming to this point lately.

"Oh yah? Where you moving" Aw crap, here it comes.

"Los Angeles" I tell them, in an almost apologetic way.

"Ughhh! Why would you want to do that? You know... (insert random LA horror here)"

Why? Why does this always happen every time I tell an Arizonan I am moving to LA? I feel like a smoker who keeps getting nagged with lung cancer facts every time he lights up.

I know about the smog, the traffic, the in-your-face-about every-opinion -they-have hippies, the police state nature of the laws, the deficit, the cost of living, the never-ending sprawl and all of the other horrible things that The City of Angels has to offer, and yet I'm still going to move there.

Why? Well for starters I have some family and friends in the area. Not to mention it's going to be easier to find work as a writer there than almost any other place in the world. The truth is; I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm just going with the flow.

I hate the idea of going with the flow. It's that kind of twisted logic that gets a person on the slippery slope to minivans and 401k obsessions. But I have no better ideas at the moment so a flow-go-wither am I.

I wonder if gold prospectors knew what they were getting into when they up and left for our country's far left state (Double meaning, get it?), or if they just went with the flow. Well, for better or worse, I'm heading out Californee way - gonna get me a decent life.