Archive for May, 2011

Another missed Filmfest

Posted May 22, 2011 * Comments(0)

I suppose 8 o’clock on a Wed and Thurs is a reasonable time to hold a festival of short films, but it insures I won’t be able to attend. I work 1:30-9 PM. And it would take me at least .5 hour to get to the venue. And as they are short films, and the event isn’t cheap – I’m out. What’s wrong with the weekend fuckers? Oh right you’ll have some numbnuts DJ spinning poolside… But it’s a serious tease, because how many times a year do things like this happen here?

Overtime

Posted May 19, 2011 * Comments(0)

I can’t believe I have 8.5 months to go in Indonesia. The time is really dragging, and the “eternal summer” weather doesn’t help. Nevertheless, I’m doing some overtime this week. But it’s the online e-school I teach in a virtual classroom. Sometimes the tech issues are buggy and a drag, but I like having classes of multi-national students. There are many Chinese and Brazilians, but I get some Japanese and Italians too. I wouldn’t want to do these classes 7 hours a day for days on end, but coming in early to do a few over three days for some extra rupiah works for me. I’m also hoping my feedback rating will be high enough I can convince the company to let me do some from the States later when I’m between contracts, but I don’t even want to know how few $’s per class they pay. Sometimes, you just don’t do the conversion…

Mitchell Atkinson R.I.P. (1971-2011)

Posted May 5, 2011 * Comments(3)

I’ve recently been working on a short story from ’08, the trip Mitchell and I took up the east coast. Then yesterday, my Flickr stats started going crazy. More hits than I’ve ever had before, mostly centered around my set from the roadtrip. I was thinking Flickr might have showcased the set somewhere, as they do from time to time, thus the increase. But see now from a link someone put here it’s because Mitchell died the other day in Athens, just shy of his 40th Bday. I’m in shock. I hadn’t heard from him since he dropped me off at the Portland, ME airport in Aug of ’08 – which in and of itself isn’t unusual. I hadn’t heard from him in years before the roadtrip.

MA in Hardwire

My heart goes out to his brothers and kids, the women who loved him and all that knew him. As I’m on the other side of the globe, I’ll be having my own private wake. For all of the strange charisma, he was a strangely magical fucker. Flawed, adventurous, and Balls to the Wall.