Thanks to certan musical limeys, we all know money can’t buy you love. What the Beatles didn’t tell you, though, is that $6 can get you an order of pad tai that’ll feed you for three days. And that’s close enough for me to money buying me love.
Continued to call around a lot today. Managed to get in to see two photographers today, which was definitely cool. I set up two more meetings for tomorrow and right before I left a studio called me to set up a third appointment for tomorrow. Booyah. And it’s looking like I should be able to get at least another three set up by the end of the week.
No work yet, but this gets me a fuckload closer. People are impressed with my resume and my book and if I keep calling people and making contacts at the rate I’ve been doing, I don’t see how I could not start to get assisting work before long. By next week at the latest. Who knows – maybe even something by the end of this week. Whever it is, though, it’ll be soon.
It sort of has to be. After all, going broke and getting evicted would pretty much suck…
I got some new (to me) books in the mail today. I got four of the five books I ordered used through Amazon last week. Among them (or all of them, really) are Slater’s A Dream Deferred, a book of poetry by Dada poet Hans Arp, Okakura’s The Book of Tea, and Japanese Patterns of Behavior by Takie Sugiyama. My reserve of unread books had dimished down to Kerr’s Dogs and Demons and Goleman’s Emotional Intelligence. Still waiting on The Photographer’s Publishing Guide, but it feels good to be stocked up again…
I can already tell that the next couple years here in Chicago, in addition to being somewhat unpredictable and very educational, are going to go really really fast. I mean, I swear I just got here but it’s already been two weeks. Another two weeks and I’ll have been here a month. At that rate, I’ll be in Tokyo rocking Tokyo Polytechnic before I know it, and I’ll have done a fuckload of awesome stuff here in the mean time.
Life is fucking awesome, despite all the shit you have to put up with.
Now then, who thinks I should be a crazy bike messenger type guy once I get to Tokyo?
