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I am full of vodka and I just watched American Psycho, which reminded me a lot of my weird adventure in swanky swanky Smyrna, where I had to listen to absurdly wealthy people listen to bland 'world music' (and I love good world music), talk about Obama's jeans and then say that everything's about money these days, it's so sad. (no I am not making this up, they said that, to two women who don't earn shit). It's a wonderful film - funny and amazingly messed-up, and somehow not untrue in any way. They want to fit in and be beautiful and kill the lot of us. We know it.
It's funny because one of the things I love most about being here is that people are doing okay. Yeah, these guys live seven to a house because the rent is horrendous but it's all because people want to live in Boston and it is possible for a young thing to earn a living wage here. They eat so nice I'm not even chowing down on candy the way I usually do although the degree to which I munch through their coffee is sinful. But yeah, this place is miraculously alive. Careers happen, sometimes with intent. Meaningful qualifications are pursued. (it occurred to me a couple of days ago that the only useful things I've studied since I was 16 have been lower-sixth stats, upper-sixth US politics - and that only coincidentally of use - and the corporate-run tax course I took in 2008. I was stuck in education for five years longer than was meaningful; the rest was just dubious writing fodder and maybe-future proof of concept of brain). I just listen to them sometimes and then think of the people I knew in GA who were wondering when the hell it got so hard to find a job that paid a living. Guess what, they left the 'pro-business' Republican states and moved here. (and found a lease, somehow).
Ting made this with dinner; it is amazingly good. TRY IT.
It's funny because one of the things I love most about being here is that people are doing okay. Yeah, these guys live seven to a house because the rent is horrendous but it's all because people want to live in Boston and it is possible for a young thing to earn a living wage here. They eat so nice I'm not even chowing down on candy the way I usually do although the degree to which I munch through their coffee is sinful. But yeah, this place is miraculously alive. Careers happen, sometimes with intent. Meaningful qualifications are pursued. (it occurred to me a couple of days ago that the only useful things I've studied since I was 16 have been lower-sixth stats, upper-sixth US politics - and that only coincidentally of use - and the corporate-run tax course I took in 2008. I was stuck in education for five years longer than was meaningful; the rest was just dubious writing fodder and maybe-future proof of concept of brain). I just listen to them sometimes and then think of the people I knew in GA who were wondering when the hell it got so hard to find a job that paid a living. Guess what, they left the 'pro-business' Republican states and moved here. (and found a lease, somehow).
Ting made this with dinner; it is amazingly good. TRY IT.
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