It's absolutely beautiful outside again...
70 degrees and it's only 10:11AM! Ah! I want to go outside...
But I can't not yet. I must clean up the apartment, take some photos, write up a structure for Thailand.... and.... I think then I can go outside.
It's Monday. Sometimes, most of the time, my weekends are busier than my week days. The office that was once immaculate is now full of boxes, clothes- way way way too many clothes, and an assortment of other crap, probably that we don't need. Once Nik and I return from Thailand, we are doing a purge. Big time.
I think I'll be auctioning off some fashion clothes and custom jackets for charity.
I want to be outside. I woke up extra early to go to the social security office to replace my social security card. Getting a car registered in New York is a shit show. I have an appointment tomorrow at 1130 and I'm praying to the automobile gods that I have all the necessary paper work.
Thailand is coming up. I still haven't decided on a gym. I still haven't decided on a filmmaker. A lot needs to happen, a lot MUST happen in these next two weeks. My agency MUST pay me. The apartment MUST be clean. I MUST write more.
I'm constantly being inspired to write, and I'm jotting down notes and ideas, but I haven't had time to sit and write. Now, this moment, feels like the first time in a week that I've actually been able to sit and write. I started a chapter on cleaning up your Headquarters, which for me is my office. Now my office, is full of crap. I feel like a hypocrite, but just because I feel that way, doesn't mean it's true. I'm doing what is necessary for my life, and Nik's life, right now.
I want to include all the thoughts running through my head here. I'm apprehensive to do that, because I don't know who's reading. I chased someone yesterday. Not like they were running from me and I chased them down, but I thought I saw someone that I hadn't seen in a very long time. I saw them from across the entire Sheep Meadow. I ran all the way from the certain of the grass, out the park, down the gravel road, to the carousel. But it wasn't who I thought it was. I didn't regret running after a stranger. I'm still unsure on how I would have felt if it was the person I thought it was.
Ramblings. Rambling man. It feels good to write. It always feels good. Especially when I'm listening to Native American flute music. Mystery of Falcon Cove.. Oh yeah.
I finished The Wind Rises after breaking it up into four separate viewings. It was heartfelt and beautiful, but boring. I like Miyazaki's darker work- like Mononoke or Nausicaa. I think Nausicaa is probably my favorite. I have a very funny story about the first time I watched that move. It's R rated though. Next time maybe. Beth might remember.
Clean. Photographer. Write. Train. Muay Thai. Dinner. Sleep. That's my life today. If you can, get your butt outside today and enjoy!
Check out this awesome mash up of Star Wars and Nausicaa. Proof that nothing is original. Everything comes from something. Steal, Create. Credit. And move on to the next. I hear you Austin Kleon