In which I meet Southern me, again.
I muse on the songs stuck in my head and then command all troops to send me their lullabies. SEND ME LULLABIES!!!
Cor needs a place to spend Thanksgiving and solicits advice on how to invite herself to family gatherings.
Advice on grief.
Cor gets dirty with equipment details. It's more than you want to know, really.
A look into he language people use when refusing an interview (and a bit of writing about trains.)
A loss close to home.
An unexpected loss already affects the road and the questions.
Dino friend/Muse helps me write on my first bus ride.
It must be summer in Boston. I decided to walk from the South End to my place in Somerville after a long day.
Adventure followed: I ran into a summer arts festival in Copley Square. I heard a woman sing a beautiful version of Hallelujah. No idea who she was. Met a man and walking his daughter's 13 year dachshund. Him and his wife just moved from Ohio. I walked across the river. Heard a couple fight about what to do if the girl didn't get into grad school in the city. Then I stumbled upon chalk art. Someone had been drawing the outline of an object's shadow earlier in the day. It is the perfect visual representation of time passing. There were trees, fire hydrants, steet signs, there were even people, even some children reaching up. It was across the MIT section of Mass Ave. RIght in front of one of MIT's most impressive buildings, with tall pillars and ominous steps, there was a chalked outline of Trayvon Martin.
I spent a thousand dollars without leaving my apartment by 11:30am this morning.
(In case this is unclear. I am using all of my savings on this project. It is no small thing for me to spend this money.)
What I got:
1. A dslr camera.
2. A ZOOM audio recorder with lavalier mic capabilities (plus insurance).
3. This website.
I bought a new computer. I laid my old PC Mr. Sunshine to rest (named Mr. Sunshine as he was brought into the world to brighten my day after my previous laptop was stolen in a break in.) I was at the Apple store. Go big or go home right? In and out, 15 minutes, add a couple zeros to that number and remove it from my savings, yes, Mr. Apple.
Me: "I think I'm going to faint."
Computer Genius: "I know what you mean. I bought a house yesterday and signed my life away. You should get Apple Care."
I'm five weeks out from the Impossible Questions Tour. I have no idea what I'm doing. Alright, maybe I have very little idea of what I'm doing. Between working my two jobs I have time to work on this project every Saturday afternoon when I head to the beautiful Cambridge Public Library on Broadway. I make a to do list, and then I complete half of it. Things on my mind:
I need to configure the right contract for my interviewees. There are several good examples on the internet. Exciting huh?
I haven't announced this journey on any kind of social media yet. I've been emailing specific people to let them know I'm leaving, asking them if they have anyone on my route, and hinting that maybe they might know someone whose couch I could sleep on. My job at Harvard knows. It's official. The day the news came out, I went into internal panic "what am I doing? How am I going to eat?? Where am I going to sleep? Who would want to talk to me?"