Tales of a Texas Ramblin' Man

Post Date: Wed Jan 28, 01:23:27 PM
Today I sent out my resume to Henry in Quito, Ecuador in hopes of landing a job (post) at his university teaching English as a foreign language. He seems fairly easy going from his e-mails. I hope he doesn't laugh at my meager resume. When you finally get you freakin' degree you feel so accomplished...then you sit down to write a resume and realize that you ain't shit! I can't even fill a page. Of course this is my academic resume, and it really has no work history on it. I don't think bartending, being a barista, and painting houses really contributes to the classroom directly. Of course working at Valentino's is like running a dysfunctional family (problem solving skills out the ass). Tentatively my agenda is: pack today, move and record tomorrow, go to Gallery Lombardi for insane art on Friday, work Saturday, ride horses Sunday (*and probably end up watching the super bowl someplace where every body is yelling, and drinking Bud Light). The slightly broader plans are to get a pass-port, buy some glasses, find homes for some of my art, and see if my truck will make it to California. The extremely broader plans are to go to California (mid-late March), help Elka and her friends fix up their house, sell my truck, tie up any loose ends in the US, and fly to either Ecuador to teach English (June 1st), or fly to Buenos Aires or whatever other insane place it is that Dan Bisset is then calling home (time to be announced). In the mean time I am trying to walk again, because I decided I was in shape enough to tear my legs up on the weights machines at the activity center. I just can't listen to Flogging Molly while I'm working out anymore. It gives me hella confidence, which I like, then leaves me crippled, which I don't.
O.K. some wierd voodoo thing happened. I tricked it into taking the text by faking a spell check. Who knew?

Today I sent out e resume to Henry in Ecuador for a job teaching English. I hope the shit works, because post graduation I realize I don't have a whole lot on my record. That is all I am going to say for now. I tried to copy and paste some stuff, but freakin blogspot won't publish it. Now I am tired of staring at the screen. Shouts out... I'm going to do something away from this machine.

fuck blogspot

So my birthday is coming rapidly. I will be 27, sitting in the same town where I grew up, with a diploma whose ink is still wet, and a very part time beer slinging gig at the Showdown. A while ago I was sitting on my mother's back porch having one of the days many contemplative cigarette breaks. (That's what you do when you don't find better ways of occupying your time.) Actually...I'll be right back...that's better. I came to the conclusion that all my anxiety lately stems from merely beiong anxious about relaxing. I get things done, but at the end of the day I feel like I'm not making any headway in life. I may never get the chance to just roam around reading, playing guitar, working out, and making art again in life. I have it very easy right now...and that is what I am anxious about. It is fairly counter productive to have such a laxidazical (sp?) life and be nervous about it. Fuck it, I don't owe anybody anything (except maybe myself), therefore I have nothing to get so excited over. When I have nothing to worry about I generally get worried.
I have been learning old country songs partially in the hopes that it will benifit me somehow in California; where I hope to arrive by the end of March at the latest. I am always a firm believer in the everything happens for a reason theory. I just hope that everything happening is to accomodate some fantastic new plane of life. O.K. I'll post more later, and just leave you with a few do's and don'ts.

DO:

1. music: Kings of Leon, Old 97's, Mos Def, The Boggs, Scott Biram, Dolly Parton, The Handsome Family.

2. go through and clean out your cd collection. ie:sell some of that crap you keep hanging on to.

3. read Pasqual's Nose

4. surround yourself with productive people.

DON"T:

1. go see Monster unless you're ready for some heavy shit.

2. attempt to read Henry Miller or Dostoyevzky (no can spell) unless you have a few days to kill finding the action.

3. plan on construction jobs in January. The key word for this time of year is sssslllllllooooooooowwwwwwww.

4. get a tattoo of Spongebob Squarepants on your ankle. That ankle tattoo thing is for non-commital tattoo ideas. (go for the full back piece)