about that whiskey i said i was going to get for my birthday--i went to a bar called the black rabbit to get it. it's on greenpoint avenue, a short bike ride from my house. it is, i think, the perfect place to drink alone. it has a classy pub feel about it--red christmas lights hung around the ceiling, giving a warm glow to the place. the booths have saloon-style doors to them and there are framed portraits of a dog and an old man above the bar. and the first time i went there, they were playing the national--obviously i was in love.
today, on the other hand, became a day of planning. i went to meet with the assistant director of graduate admissions at the new school. turns out that the new school accepts spring applicants. that means, assuming i can take the gre and edit my writing sample and get all the bureaucratic bullshit taken care of by october 15th, and, of course, get accepted, i could be working towards a phd by january. i'm not sure yet that i want to do that, or that it's even possible (practically speaking), but it's comforting to know that the option is there if i want to work towards it.
and then, just a few minutes ago, i think i was offered a spot on a farm in vermont. this place would consist mostly of construction projects--cabinets, a trailer, a compost sifter, and some other stuff--but some of the other places i've been in contact with would have me doing basic produce work, caring for animals, clearing trails, etc. something about the idea of spending the fall and maybe part of the winter in rural vermont seems perfect. i've always wished i had the skills to be entirely self-sufficient, but i think it's more than that. i've felt kind of alone ever since i left chapel hill, which is a strange feeling to have while your in a huge city, constantly surrounded by people. maybe i'm just looking for a place to mirror my emotional state, but it seems like rural vermont is the place for me to be right now. if i can work it out, i think i'm going to go.
but, tonight, i'm still trying to take advantage of being in brooklyn. i decided to go to a free show at a place called brooklyn bowl. turns out, brooklyn bowl is a giant bowling alley/bar/600 person show venue housed in an old warehouse. it has a kitschy, carnival decor, with antique signs and old shooting alley targets above the bar. i actually left before the show started, having realized i didn't have the money to entertain myself until it started. but, they have a good line-up in the next couple weeks with talib kweli and ?estlove putting on dj sets and school of seven bells playing, all for only five or seven dollars so i think i'll probably go back. however, i am trying to save up money so i can afford to see modest mouse (on the 14th) and pavement (on the 19th) play on the williamsburg waterfront. we shall see.
man, again, I'm just floored by what you're doing. I'm very happy that it's going so well for you! your options are f*cking awesome. how are you going to choose?
ReplyDeletekeep your head up! this is about self-discovery, no? solitude is part of the game; but your people are not that far away. keep rockin' it out, sir!