Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Work Work Work

This is the current background of my computer:

Love it
Notice the resemblance:
The reasoning behind my background choice is that my life is getting pretty busy and complicated. I am working two jobs, I am in a play, and I have three academic classes that require a lot of reading and studying. I am scheduling myself the best that I can  so that I have fun for fun stuff like playing pool and writing and drawing.

But why Ira? Well, this was my old desktop background:

An aesthetically pleasing background, yes. However, whenever I opened my laptop to do work, I would see Scott Mescudi, who is into drugs and music and Converse shoes. This is no way to get inspired to do work. So I changed the photo to someone I should aspire to be. And in this case, it is Ira Glass. He is a hardworking, friendly guy, and I was able to find a nice, big picture of him to fill up my background.

So that's that. Work is getting done, and I am finally finding time to write again.

However, my job with the woman in Yonkers (henceforth referred to as Ms. Yonkers) is one of the most interesting things I have experienced. She is 70 years old and trying to get her Master's degree, but she can't use a computer. So she pays me $10 an hour to make PowerPoint presentations for her. Which I do not object to in the slightest.

She was driving me home today and I saw her look into the rear-view mirror.
"Oh no. Is that a cop?" We were on the freeway. I looked over my shoulder and saw a small bus, but no cop car. This did not bother me as much as what happened next.
"I think it's a cop car." she said, and she reached over to put on her seatbelt. However, she couldn't buckle it while driving, so she opted just to put her left arm though it without clicking it into the receptor on the other side.She drove the rest of the way to SLC wearing her seat belt like a handbag.

"What are you doing in school, Carter?" she asked.
"I am doing a project on humor in children. I am supposed to figure out what makes children laugh."
"Well that's a stupid topic." she snorted. We both laughed. I don't think she realized that my don and I collaborated on choosing this topic.

Oh well. Ten dollars an hour. 

Saturday, February 4, 2012


I am in an improv show. Well, it's sort of an improv show. It's a theatrical performance based on commedia del arte style of theater, which, from my understanding, is an improvised play where the actors wear masks. However, in the show I am in, instead of masks, we are masquerading as different high school stereo-types. It's like a play in the sense that we all have characters, but there is no script, but more of a plot outline.

I have been cast as the "Jesus-Freak."
"Type-cast?" asked my don.
"No." I replied. "Not at all."

However, I am told that I have embraced the role very well. I now have a little white Bible that I carry around everywhere just to keep in character. Also, one of my Christian friends has been providing me with valuable resources like "hipsterchristianity.com" ("When church and cool collide.")

Rehearsals are every day except Sunday, so I am pretty busy. We do improv exercises and go through scenarios and practice sketches. I have been doing this every single day this week, and with homework on top o that, it has been hard to find time to shower. However, I showered today, and it felt great.

I am, however, avoiding a certain area on my arm, the area where I put one of my NEW TEMPORARY TATTOOS:
For those of you who can't read upside down, it says "You need to learn how to read upside down."
I have 18 more of these babies, all different words, and it should keep me pretty entertained for a couple of weeks.

I feel kind of bad that I haven't been blogging as often. I've been writing in my journal a lot, and I'm also writing fiction, even though I am not in a fiction class. I am still in Philosophy, and it looks like it's going to be that way for the rest of the semester. My professor looks like a Tim Burton character, but he is crazy-intelligent. When I take notes, it looks like the words don't stick to the page but rather slide around into odd formations.

Last but not least of my ventures, I am also part of a club called "Too Pool For School", which is a group of guys that get together every night and play pool in the Black Squirrel. We are hoping to become good enough to the point where we can go into the city and hustle at pool clubs. My tattoo will come in handy.

That's about it. I felt inspired after reading an Ira Glass quote I saw on a professor's  door. I don't want to be that guy who posts other people's words, so if you want the link to the quote that has me all hot and bothered, you can get it here (http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/309485)

Hand is cramping up. Happy Superbowl Weekend.