The ones that make it on the page

Dream

cunado — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 21:24:10 +0000

I had a dream last night that I got a tattoo from my elbow up to my neck. I really liked it, but when I realized that I had actually gotten it and wasn’t dreaming, I freaked out (In my dream of course). All I did for the rest of the dream was pray that I was going to wake up. Inception is ruining my life haha.

Update: I got a job at Shades of Green. Worked one night. And so ended my college experience with Shades of Green. I hope.

Currently Listening to:

Kids In Technicolour - Coldplay vs MGMT vs Daft Punk  - (Knights Remix)

Monotony

cunado — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 18:24:34 +0000

I’ve felt like posting the last couple days but realized they would just be redundant. It’s amazing how much time is consumed just tying up loose ends and making sure pieces of your life are in order. I spent over five hours walking, talking, and waiting on the phone yesterday doing precisely that.

Thought for the day: It’s funny that when you and I watch 500 Days of Summer, you are mad at Tom and I am mad at summer. Hopelessly drawn in, but mad.

Interview tonight. One more meeting this week. Signing an apartment lease this weekend (hopefully), and the rest is as up in the air as anything can be.

NYC Day 2

cunado — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 20:46:11 +0000

Job hunting, apt hunting etc. It goes on. I’m continually amused with the differences between here and Seattle. I go into this pub today, Shades of Green, the old Freshman spot and ask if they need help. The owner says no but he’ll take my name and number if I want. I try to hand him a resume and he just hands me an order book with a pen and just says the name and number will do.

I spent probably 20 minutes trying to find my favorite cafe in the west village to just sit down and think. When I got there it seemed that they had done renovations. Not nearly as old and attractive as it used to be. The color pallate has gotten darker and the cashier seemed worn out. I ask her if she likes working there to which she responds once upon a time. I’ll take it. That’s all this years lesson has been: Once upon a time. It’s time to build new ones and shelve the old ones to look at again one day.

So much paper work to do, so many dollars to spend, and so many evenings to kill. August will be a month like no other, I can already tell.

Back to the big city.

cunado — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 19:24:41 +0000

So after 14 hrs of travel and delays, I landed myself in Megan Putnam’s apartment, sweating like all hell. With a night of restless, jet-lagged sleep on Megan’s pull out-couch, I pulled my four bags together and grabbed a cab across the Williamsburg bridge to what will be home for the month of August.
The cabbie is a Filipino probably 10 years younger than my dad. We laugh about stereotypes together. He tells me I should know Tagolog. I know. I hear it from every Filipino. He laughs when I tell him my dad’s a nurse. All his siblings are and they told him he should go to school to do the same to which he had replied he didn’t want to waste four years of his life. That was in the 80′s and he’s been driving Cab’s ever since.

S. 6th Street

We pull up on S. 6th street and he tells me how much he loves the neighborhood. “A lot of white people” he says. Which is better than further east where all the “Obamas” live. I smile but really because the air down here is cooler. I like the feeling of this place. A group of women in long black skirts pushing strollers go by. I notice more and more what a distinctly Jewish neighborhood I’m in, even if only for a few blocks.

It’s such an immediate difference from the west coast.

It’s 98 and humid as, and God knows I don’t have clothes for this weather. Not ones I like anyway. I catch the train into Union Square to get lunch with Megan. Of course it’s like I never left. We joke about everything while catching each other up on the summer pieces we missed over the phone. With one stop by Friend of a Farmer I realize that I will never be able to work here again simply out of revulsion. So the Job Hunt will recommence tomorrow.

On the Agenda

Loans
WTC Site
West side highway ride
Apt info with Noah
Job Hunt
Sort out my ticket
Connect with Awake and Dreaming on all fronts
Schedule, Schedule, Schedule.

Messages

cunado — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 21:53:07 +0000

The whole point of a facebook message is for a quick thought, something you need to throw out there and it’s that single moment where that forum is the best for communication. It’s immediate, but personal.

A couple weeks ago I looked through some old facebook messages. I went back to the beginning in fact. Read the first one I ever got. What I didn’t anticipate was that immediacy I just described. I read through whole relationships. It was watching life go by, with all the hope and promise of the individuals involved. Total uncertainty about the future. Julia and I awkwardly being excited together for Freshman year not actually realizing we’d become best friends. Cute ones from Esther, completely unaware that she would be married in three years.

The hardest part for me was reading the ones from people I don’t talk to anymore. Seeing us in all our glory careening towards the inevitable future that awaited us. There were a few of these… And what about the people that aren’t documented? If Facebook was something back in middle school I guess there’d be some from people only in the back of my memory now.

And of course, nothing has turned out the way it planned. It’s college. Why would it? But it’s totally different and exciting. This year is freaking me out, but there are many more things to look forward to than not. And more facebook messages to be sent and received. I’ll print them all out one day and keep them in a book. Next to this picture. And a lot like it.

9/11

cunado — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 11:41:35 +0000

So I’m currently working on a school project surrounding 9/11. For me, the date seems to resonate strongly, but it might not be the same for everyone. If you could answer a few questions about the day, it’d be a huge help to me.

Where were you?
Did you know anyone related to the event?
How did the event affect you?
How/Does the event continue to affect you?
Did you take time out to honor those this last September 11th?
When do you think it is time for the country to move-on as a whole?

You can post here or email to me. Angeles@nyu.edu

Somehow

cunado — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:24:11 +0000

There are coherent chapters in my life. This one feels like the stripping away of the old and bringing in the new. I dared to say for the first time today that acting isn’t my “Passion.” I think that’s kind of a false notion these days to give us some weird sense of security. I think I am meant for a lot of things and a lot more than acting. Though I forgot how fun it was until today. I keep on feeling like I should be afraid of the future and that I’m not doing enough, and then it goes away and I don’t care anymore. I think I’ll be okay, I really do. I know that I know how to work and get things done. And that’s all you need to know how to do in this world to take care of yourself.

New project: Reporting Live From the Middle of Nowhere. The story of Christine Chubbuck written, composed, and directed by Michael Finke. I’m producing this show should it get approved by the GAP board.

SENIOR PROJECT: The Fading Green. An irish history tale.

Film Project: Anniversary, a short film about the man I wrote my blog on about 9/11.

Lots to do. Will these become vessels for something in the future? Who knows, but either way, I’m working on things I like again. Awesome.

Protected: Restaurant Rules Vs. Friend of a Farmer Reality

cunado — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:17:31 +0000

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On Tradition, Or What is Left of It

cunado — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 01:48:21 +0000

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,899152-1,00.html

Tradition is such a funny thing. I don’t even really know what I mean when I’m talking about that. Anyway, like anything that I think about on some sort of regular basis, eventually it gets plugged into google to see if some intellectual soul previous to myself figured out the puzzle currently being pondered. The above article is one I stumbled upon while searching “loss of tradition.” The crazy thing about it, was the article so well articulated my exact feelings, but it was written in the 60′s! So maybe tradition takes a long time to die out? Either way, check it out. Especially the part about art.

Fundraising

cunado — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 18:23:26 +0000

In one of my producing classes we are currently covering fundraising, and after making self-based projections, I realized that I have a lot more faith in myself than I thought. Just an interesting thought. We’ll see what happens in the coming years.