ohclaudine's Diaryland Diary

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M:

Sorry for the delay in getting back to you. Due to some going back and forth, and the schedules of some of the other short-listed candidates, it took us a little longer to reach a decision than we had first thought.
I regret to say that we have offered the job to another candidate.
I mean it sincerely when I say, the choice was very tough. You were a very strong candidate. I wish I had more than one position to fill.
Having said that, I will keep your resume on file. We have grown quite rapidly in the past year or so. Should another, similar opportunity present itself, I will most certainly reach out to you. Thanks a lot for taking the time to come by the gallery. You can sign up for our mailing list, if you'd like, from a link on the front page.
I hope to stay in touch.
Best,
P.D.

another one bites the dust.
I've relaxed or something.. something has clicked in me the past few days to let my panties unwind from the huge knot they have been in since I graduated from college. Ever since A's suicide Saturday, spending time at J's, talking to people.
Fuck the worrying.
Fuck the worrying.
I wouldn't say I'm relaxed, I'm pretty much in a \"fuck it mood\". Along with this mood comes my desire to say the word \"fuck\" because it's just a divine word to say. Quite useful for me at this time, so readers, whomever you are at this point, forgive the excess. And it's also something I wouldn't mind doing right now. This mood means I have the potential for two things. One is making a good fucking paintings, the other is having an oh so rare hand's free O with mi amor.
This mood comes along when I'm anxious or angry.. a certain tension in my brain. Suicide certainly doesn't provoke such emotions, in fact, the exact opposite. Although I haven't conciously tried to create while grieving. Minus 9/11 when the lot of us were standing around the sculpture studio wondering why the fuck art was useful when our skies were falling.
Like fuck burning tower city scapes.
I hate this time of year. 4 years can you believe it. I say it every fucking year. I made some good art that year though. Funnily enough it wasn't even painting, it was... photo.. or something. I had a whole poloroid project going.
something has to fall through for me soon...
I met a woman at the wake yesterday, really awesome beautiful woman. A poet. Performance artist she said. Told me that your 20's suck, and getting older brings more joy than you can imagine. I believe that. None of the people I know are having the times of their lives right now. Thats for sure.
She said things happen in slow motion. So slow...
but if you keep working at what you love, no matter how little you think the progress is, in the end you see how much every little thing matters.
You dig?

Now playing: Robert Johnson

11:25 p.m. - 2005-08-16

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