If there is ever an audience out there (or in here. same, same.), it is time to pick up those saggin' n' deafenin' ears of yours for a nocturnal hello. I am going to lie about something in a very short while so keep em hanging: I saw The Rolling Stones LIVE in concert!!! At least I thought I did...I was only seeing them through the super humungous extra extra large gargantuan IMAX screen! And indeed, it is life. It is, life-ier than life. How do I put this. It was so real! I was screaming in my seat and I was digging my fingers
in
to the plastic arm rests. Wow. That's the way to age: best way to flaunt their, all in all, 200-s
umthin' age. Anyways, presently, I am busiest than all the other bus
iest buzzing beez-tim
ez combined. I work 10 hour days (that is if I don't "anonymously" take off in the middle of
a "Here Comes the Sun" day to ride my Fuji $10 bike in the heart of Kansas City OR go to school) as a Purchassing Assistant for the kansascitymisourischooldistrict (always 3 m
o
uth'
s full) although lately the load is being lifted (seemingly) due to the newly hired purchasi
ng assistant (one who is more qualified than I am) and I have been training her for a week and three-quarters now (three-quarters of a week, for clarification purposes). And, oh, oh! I am interning, also, at Rockhurst high school ("the Jesuit
preparatory school in Kansas city") i
n the English department under a sweaterpolo-and-tie man, Mr. Frank Griffin. He's a scruffy, aged, New Yorker and I have to say, I LOVE THE ACCENT! haha I'm practicing my NY-er accent with the words: America, talking, dog, morning, monoxide, off, walk, and so it goes and so it goes and so it goes...also, aside from stealing bits and pieces of the NY-er accent, I have been occupying myself with the informal-self-schooling of the French language (oui, oui) and these are the only, few things that I know and can say: "ça va?", "ça va très bien, merci! et toi?" (variation: "bien, et toi?" or "ça va bien, et toi" etc. etc. etc.), "ça non va pas", "ju suis en formé", "ju suis fatigué(e)", and of course "oui" and "non" (nasal please?). I find this pretty impressive and, uh, consequential. Don't you? Oh, I am surely tiring your eyes and occipital lobe (in that sequence) in reading this uppercase-lowercase, ellipses-filled, quotation mark-filled, and parenthesis-filled word-shitting o' mine. If I indeed did tire you, I apologize, in heaps and heaps and heaps of apologies! In so much heaps that it is as tall as the formerly-World Trade Center!
Are you over it?
Ok, in other news, I am so swamped with love and art and children and psychology and slide film these days. I have not been roaming the streets of Kansas city in search for any of the above although I feel like I see and feel and hear about it everywhere I go, in the car especially. I wish I had an endless supply of film because there are so many beautiful and nonbeautiful things in this world waiting to be "seeped in" by the passing of action of silver halide on gelatin on acetate. sigh sigh sigh. Sometimes the world is just so simply beautiful (more so profoundly, at times) that there are almost no words to explain it's simplicity. Like tempura-fried ice cream. That simple. And oh, I met this wonderful old man named Steve. He is a photographer and photography professor at the Kansas City Art Institute who has been gracing me with coffee break-conversations. We have the best time sipping lattés and talking, well he mostly talks and tells stories and shares techniques. He is an interesting ole chap indeed.
So yes, that has been the happenings with me......oh! I forgot about my new, vieille bicyclette! I bought it from a thrift store or sorts, with Jaime, a good friend of mine, it is distressingly blue and yellow although I recently pimped it up by spray painting the front part of it (the prong that holds the front wheel) with neon yellow and pink, in a zebra fashion! I also have a matching zebreafied, old school, kring-kring bell to go with it! Due to this recent acquisition, I have earned a few biker friends! Two of said biker friends own a custom bike shop: Acme bikes. They are the most jagged-edged duo I have ever met! And we want to start a girls, bike night Thursdays! haha I am looking forward! Land me atop a chocolate mountain and I will foresee the nearing of said girl's night! I will soon post photos of stuff I took photos of.
Till then,
your loving overseas friend,
yes, the one you thought you once knew,
yes, the one you know,
Cheska (see-eytch-eeeeh-ass-kay-ey)
tata!
