Just some pinches of current news: no job offer yet from Ignition Creative, but I'm remaining hopeful and determined. Whether a position awaits me there or not, I have the drive and commitment to continue dropping in on radars all over Los Angeles, and with 2010 comes the promise of renewed work. It's all a waiting game, and maybe also a surviving game.
I saw that another terrorist attempted an attack flying into Detroit today, and it really made my blood boil. I can't imagine boarding a plane with the intent of killing two-hundred Americans on board, for no purpose but to maim and destroy and upset others. How can any human be so wretched? Such an abominable act of barbaric hatred and baseless malice. As much as I like to support mercy and "taking the high road," I can't help but feel a scumbag like this deserves to be taken off this planet. An individual who will attempt the mass murder of two-hundred civilian strangers is not an individual earning his right to utilize our limited resources and procreate offspring. He's an individual who has proven incapable of even obeying the most simple and understood laws of nature and morality. I don't consider this a matter of education; I consider this a matter of evil.
It certainly tempts me to build myself a solid Iron Man suit and go pummel some thugs hiding in caves on the other side of the world. Starting with the flea-bitten jackals holding our soldier hostage in Afghanistan. Though my vengeful heart should strive to be caring, I can't deny a certain bloodlust for seeing those buttholes smeared all over their cave walls. It may not be justice, but I'd say killers violate their right to it once they clearly fail to honor it.
Wow, what a pissed off post for Christmas. I blame corporate media, because it seems to be the hip and trendy thing to do at the moment.
I'm counting down the last week (or so) before my plane back to Los Angeles. As of now, I'm torn between wanting to get back to my house (and work, and Flash, and a certain tub full of unhealthy snacks that prove poor for my waistline), and wanting to stay here in New York longer. Or at least, long enough to find my old friends, visit some old haunts, and pretend some broken fragment of my high school life still exists. It's funny; I don't understand the common hatred so many people have for their "high school years." I look back on my school -- and my town, really -- quite fondly. There's always some bad mixed with the good, but in general, I have a huge appreciation for the people of my town, whether I lived with them, worked with them, studied with them, or learned from them. I may be a little extra sentimental or biased right now, since the holiday decorations look soooooooo nice downtown (as they do every year).
I reaffirmed to myself the other day that I definitely -- definitely -- want to contribute funds to the Peck Memorial Library at some point, once I have a bit more wealth than one single guy needs. That library holds no special place in my heart... but its ancient, abandoned opera house upstairs is a historical monument and town novelty that I, for one, would love to see renovated and reopened. How many towns can boast a real-life opera house from the 1800's? The library owners were generous enough to allow me to shoot there largely unsupervised on one picture, so I feel an extra sense of both connection and debt to the place. It truly is a remarkable landmark, and one that I feel responsible for saving.
May 2010 prove to be the year in which I can begin my undying crusade to revive the Peck Memorial Opera House to its former, magnificent condition.
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