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Tuesday, February 03, 2009
I forget from time to time how much cool stuff I've already had the opportunity to do in my life. Part of the festivities today was that we all answered some practice interview questions. They came out of a bag and everyone got a different one. Mine was, "What was your proudest accomplishment?" I told a little story about my first cyclocross race and passed the bag on. As soon as I passed it away, though, I thought of other things. The show I did for summer stock a couple years ago stands out as one of my more major accomplishments. So does my period of training in classical ballet. And earning a BA is nothing to sniff at either.
The next time we got to talk, aside from when we all introduced ourselves, was when they asked us what we saw ourselves doing in 3-5 years, and what our dream jobs, talent and money no object, were. I reversed the questions, because I'm a pain like that sometimes. I said that I might still be doing ballet if talent and money weren't an object, although it's a pretty crappy job, and that I really wanted to be doing design. And that in 3-5 years I hoped to either be working on an MFA or finished with an MFA and doing design.
Other people wanted to be somewhere in a corporate management position in 3-5 years or getting an MBA or being lawyers. I guess lawyers, at least, have job titles I understand. Most of the job titles that MBAs aspire to are just TLAs to me. Their dream jobs were pretty random. Working at a marina, being writers, being accountants by day, night club owners in New York by night, and writers with successful movie tie-ins on the weekend (all one guy for the last three,) being fitness trainers (from a girl who didn't look like she had an effective plan for herself) etc. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with those goals. They're just not for me. At all.
Anyway, I came away from it thinking that I've actually done some really cool stuff. I've learned to be independent and assertive in how I approach situations like job interviews and meetings, I've learned about what I do and don't want to be doing with my life, and while the current hiccup is annoying, I think I've more-or-less arrived at this place in my life at the right time - I haven't rushed it but I don't think I could have arrived here sooner either - and as soon as I can get some income started up again, I'm on track.
Monday, February 02, 2009
One of the things that I enjoy about Seattle is its parks. Almost all cities have parks, but Seattle has a ton of them by design. Some of them are very manicured. Some are not. Some are really only parks because they're useless (or at least unwanted) pieces of land for building and rather than admitting this the city has said, "No, it's a park." Very much like Microsoft's "It's not a bug, it's a feature" strategy. This repurposing of public space also extends to Seattle's approach to public art.
This is the Fremont Troll. He lives at the intersection of Troll Ave. and N. 36th St. Troll Avenue runs directly under Aurora from the ship canal to 36th, where it ends because the hillside rises up to meet the bridge that Aurora takes over the canal. In most cities, this would be allowed to remain unused, and Seattle actually has a lot of similar locations that do. But it also has things like this. There are some concrete barriers below the field of view of the picture, separating the concrete apron around the troll from the traffic along 36th. So he's actually got his own little park.
There's a ton of public art scattered around the city, which is lots of fun. A lot of it is clean and people leave it alone. As you can see, the troll has pink finger nails and someone has colored in his eye. I also enjoy that he has long hair that has been allowed to fall over his other eye. I think that the styling of the hair and the pink fingernails suggest a feminine aspect, even as his long, thick facial hair, lean face and big hands mark him as masculine. That's also a real VW Beetle that he has in his left hand. I think it looks like he's going to eat it, and I enjoy that the car the artist chose should be such an icon of the 50's and 60's.
I'm sure these folks have a name, but I don't know what it is. They're standing on an island at the intersection between the Fremont Bridge, Fremont Ave. N, and N. 34th St. It's kind of a funky intersection - it's possible to make some turns in one direction but not the other. In any case, it takes two stages to cross N. 34th, and one stands on the island in between stages. The statues may be waiting to cross.
They're almost always decorated to some degree. Today's decoration is actually pretty tame.
I think it's interested that the people who decorated the statues decided to give them all mustaches. Mustaches are actually back in style lately, for whatever reason. I think that the presence of the mustaches on the statues is probably either self-referential or referring to those who are wearing them again.