Studying at George Eastman House is going well. I finally made it through my first week of classes and now it's on to my first weekend of homework. If I could get a job there when I graduate, you better believe I'll take it and never leave. That's pretty much the only incentive I have to stay in Rochester. Otherwise, it's go where the jobs are.
I helped with the installation of the Lucha Libre exhibition that is opening next week. Mostly I installed hardware on the frames, but I got to use power tools. We all know that power tools are fun. Reckless fun. But of course, I used them responsibly.
I'm also working on helping to write up the acquisitions report for the October meeting. It involves mostly research on photographers and making write ups which explain why we acquired the work, who they are...that stuff. I'd love to give more into the inner workings of a museum, but most is confidential. So, I'm limited to little bits here and there that make little to no sense to anyone.
I like working with TMS, it's an easy interface. And the search queries require some imagination, of which I have a high supply. Yeah... I'm the geek that finds cataloguing and registration exciting. What a gripping life I do lead.
Actually, today I drove with Tess to Toronto. Where I proceed to have too much Strongbow. Now I have a tummy ache. But I blame it more on the amount of Tim Hortons consumed than Strongbow.
I didn't realize how much I missed Toronto. It was fun to be back for a bit despite the rain. But even a few months away I know it's not my place anymore. My friends aren't there and I'm technically homeless when I go. Rochester is my home now and I should try harder at settling in. My room is a disaster. More like a sea of plastic bags of trash, dirty clothing and little random belongings on every table top.
I really should settle in. It's been a while since I've stayed put more than 9 months. I'm a little tired of moving everywhere. It seems as though every time I finally move in, I have to pack up and leave. Since about 17 it's been like that. 16 if you want to count the fact that for 3 months out of the year I lived out of a duffel bag and slept on a bunk that smelled like mildew--those times I miss.
So, hopefully I'll get some stability as I catch a few hours of sleep before I get back to job hunting.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
One more thing about my plane ride
On my flight back from LA to Toronto (Toronto being the better city of course), I flew over the Hollywood sign and the Grand Canyon. It was so HUGE, even from almost 30,000 feet. Some things are so incredible from the sky. I am not sure how I will do in helicopters, but when I go back the Great Ocean Road, I'm definitely doing it. I can imagine the coastline would be incredible from the sky.
It's the only way to take it all in.
It's the only way to take it all in.
Last Days, Plane Rides and Jet Lag
I left Adelaide over a week ago now. I haven't been in the US for a week yet. It seems strange to think that all of this started an ended in a great flurry of events--somewhere in there was a long middle. Life transitions too quickly.
I am sitting in the Portsmouth Building (used by students for classes and the computer lab) on the George Eastman Property. This is my second long day of classes. One more to go. I attend Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. It hardly seems real.
Not even two weeks ago I was spending my last day at the Library, rushing upstairs and downstairs in order to finish everything by 5pm and still staying until 6:30. There were lots of chats, afternoon coffee, a long lunch followed by a view of the Waterhouse exhibit. Mostly, there were several goodbyes and some tears once I finally stepped outside, a badge no longer around my neck. It felt real then.
It's hard to be gone now, good to be home with family and back into school, but still very hard. I'm not sleeping well yet and I wasn't eating much for the first few days. It's an adjustment and it won't be over in one week.
I keep going over my last day in Sydney. It was hard to think at the time I'd be so far away in just a day. In some ways, it made it easier to enjoy the time I had left with Shannon. We sat in a pub at Manly Beach, consuming our first big meal of the day of wedges and pizza while I savoured my last Coopers. We sat looking out a window at the beach and everyone passing. We chatted and stared out at the ocean; time stood a little still. We relaxed on the ferry ride back, watching as Sydney came into view.
I'm lucky to have come halfway around the world, not once, but twice to see the view. Many people never do.
In between packing, there were many tears. It's hard to talk about that without aching a little inside. Leaving at Sydney airport was nearly impossible, but the fact that I couldn't afford to pay for another ticket home was enough of an incentive to go.
The flight was a blur of movies, food and restless moments. I slept on the floor of LAX until they boarded my flight. I did not sleep much on my American flight back to Toronto. But, I remember very little of my car ride home. It was good to climb into bed. It was empty, but much better than the last 20+ hours in a plane seat.
And now, it's back to class to finish up the day before I can go home and lay down in bed, hopefully to get a quick nap. There is still much to say, but I have a very tired voice with little interest to say it.
I am sitting in the Portsmouth Building (used by students for classes and the computer lab) on the George Eastman Property. This is my second long day of classes. One more to go. I attend Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. It hardly seems real.
Not even two weeks ago I was spending my last day at the Library, rushing upstairs and downstairs in order to finish everything by 5pm and still staying until 6:30. There were lots of chats, afternoon coffee, a long lunch followed by a view of the Waterhouse exhibit. Mostly, there were several goodbyes and some tears once I finally stepped outside, a badge no longer around my neck. It felt real then.
It's hard to be gone now, good to be home with family and back into school, but still very hard. I'm not sleeping well yet and I wasn't eating much for the first few days. It's an adjustment and it won't be over in one week.
I keep going over my last day in Sydney. It was hard to think at the time I'd be so far away in just a day. In some ways, it made it easier to enjoy the time I had left with Shannon. We sat in a pub at Manly Beach, consuming our first big meal of the day of wedges and pizza while I savoured my last Coopers. We sat looking out a window at the beach and everyone passing. We chatted and stared out at the ocean; time stood a little still. We relaxed on the ferry ride back, watching as Sydney came into view.
I'm lucky to have come halfway around the world, not once, but twice to see the view. Many people never do.
In between packing, there were many tears. It's hard to talk about that without aching a little inside. Leaving at Sydney airport was nearly impossible, but the fact that I couldn't afford to pay for another ticket home was enough of an incentive to go.
The flight was a blur of movies, food and restless moments. I slept on the floor of LAX until they boarded my flight. I did not sleep much on my American flight back to Toronto. But, I remember very little of my car ride home. It was good to climb into bed. It was empty, but much better than the last 20+ hours in a plane seat.
And now, it's back to class to finish up the day before I can go home and lay down in bed, hopefully to get a quick nap. There is still much to say, but I have a very tired voice with little interest to say it.
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