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Name: Kelly
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Dallas
Gender: Male
Interests: Road Cycling
Road Running
Expertise: Publishing.
Peddling.
P-Stuff.
Occupation: Graphic Artist - Photoshop is
Industry: Media
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Member Since:
4/15/2001
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| I haven't blogged seriously in a long time. Life is changing (again) so maybe I can put some posts together again.
I saw something the other day that I just wanted to write about. Something that seemed important.
Unemployment is what? About 10 percent right now? I'm one of the ten percent. I lost my job March 31st and since then I've been living off of savings, and the little bit that my wife makes as a Stock Room Manager (which aint' much). But I feel I was lucky. I had some money that I could get my hands on that would allow me to go back to school and give us something to live on for a while. That money ran out and The Universe provided us with a little more to tide us over. The Universe is like that, so long as you are On Your Path and Busting Your Ass. LOL. Maybe I mean Saturn is like that but I really think that The Universe works that way.
So anyway, Unemployment is at about Ten Percent which means that there is someone on each corner of Stemmons Freeway and Inwood Blvd, in fact I think there are shifts on each corner. I feel for these guys because some of them look like they really would work. Some of them I don't feel for because they're begging on the corner and there's a construction job not 100 feet away and part of me feels there must be an unskilled labor position somewhere in that yard...
But what I saw, I saw as the light turned green and the line of cars moved forward, I saw they guy with the cardboard sign turn and walk back toward the intersection, and I saw him take his cardboard sign and smack the Motherfucking God out of the orange plastic pylon as he walked past it and I thought "well good for him, good that he hates doing that because as long as he hates doing it, hates begging on the fucking street corner he might get out of that fucked up situation".
It is a fucked up situation. There are so many people needing help that the majority of the folks they are asking for help are themselves in a bad spot. And what I say when I'm in a bad spot is the only way I know to get out of this bad spot is to moove.
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| I just worked on Labor Day for the first time in Thirty Years. Yes that's right.
It is apparent to me that there are a lot of people (an appalling number of people) who just don't understand the importance of this day. Or they don't think it applies to them. Or they don't care. I prefer to think that they don't understand.
The gist of it is, this is not a patriotic holiday. This is not a religious holiday. This is a humanistic holiday. This day is for the ordinary people who sacrificed so that You, and I, and Them, can get paid a decent wage. So that You, and I, and Them, have a set limit to the number of hours we can work in a day.
These Thirty years, it has pissed me off that anyone has to work on Labor Day. I avoid shopping on Labor Day because I don't want to say to the corporate office that it's okay to keep the Supermarket open on a holiday. I don't want to say to the corporate office of the department store that I want them to have a big sale on the holiday. Because I want that clerk to go home and have dinner with the family instead. I mean, if you can't plan your shopping around one day in a month then what the fuck is wrong with that picture?
So. I implore you. Take out your calenders. find the holidays that are meaningful to you. Circle the date and take the day off if it's not one of the 5 days a year that your business is closed. And by all means, do your shopping the day before.
out.
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| I'm really enjoying being back in school :)
Last week I got a call from a rep referring me to a job, one that I certainly could have taken. I'm sure they would hire me. I'm sure they would pay me well. I'm sure that I would be doing exactly what I was doing when I got laid off. Which is exactly why I thanked him for thinking about me and promptly threw away the number :)
Why would I do that?
The question from the Unemployment agency was: would you quit school if you found suitable full time employment?
duh.. no.... We don't go to school to quit, we go to school to finish.. duh....
My class is really small, there are Seven people in the whole class, and I know we're gonna be so tight by the end of this thing  It feels like when I first started college at the community college level. I met so many of my very best friends there and this has exactly the same dynamics. I wish I could hang out with them for lunch every day but the reality of being unemployed kindof makes that impossible. But I'm making time to do it at least once a week :)
Oh! Sheit I forgot! This week I drove to Austin to see Cake! haha they were so awesome! They played at Stubbs Barbeque, and it was soo good. I mean real lighters in the air. Real herb being passed around. Real dancing and good music. It was a total time warp :-p
 After the show was over I drove back to Dallas, got home around 3am. Got a little nap in, went to school and took my physiology exam, made a 95 :) came home and collapsed....
I've been teaching a lot too... five classes in the past seven days! It's good, the more I teach the better I am. I taught Sun Salutations to my class yesterday. It's a beautiful series of movements that I think provides the body with every movement that is essential to basic health and flexibility.
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| I don't know if I alluded to this but the most surprising thing about being unemployed is how much free time you don't have!!
God I thought I would be bored, I thought I would become mindlessly alcoholic, addicted to daytime TV (who has time for that?) and probably ride my bike 300 miles per week!
Nothing of the sort. I don't have time for shit! But it's okay. I'm going to school, I love my classes, I even like riding the bus and the train for 4 hours every day because when is the last time I had 4 hours a day just for reading? For rizzle.
I'm developing my business plan and it includes massage, AND tattoos. Yes. I'm going to be under the scrutiny of local law enforcement. Why the Hell not? haha.
But seriously I don't have time for my bike and this bothers me to no end. I'm going to get fat.
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| Okay heeeeere's the scoop since I'm reviving this blog yet again....
um. I did my race in January (barefoot) and placed 4th in my agegroup... one slot back from my goal.... I really jacked up my feet, prolly result of an imbalance in my hips. Between the homeopathic doc, the yoga teacher, the pilates teacher (me), the curandejo, the shaman who sends me good juju in dreams... and hopefully some deep tissue massage, this will all be worked out soon! Better be because I'm getting stir crazy and I still want to win or at least place in my age group! Before I'm 80 I mean.
So. More scoop. I've been teaching pilates, got me a regular weekly class now. I'm about to get real busy because I'm subbing for a lot of people, I have like 4 classes to teach in the next 5 days... so business is good I think 
Yet more scoop. I am unemployed! Yesss even if you work someplace 19 years and you are THE SHIT you can still be laid off. Well. It was the kick the pants I needed. So. I scouted around for anything BUT a printing job for a few weeks. Then I walked into this place, a massage academy. I just fell in love iwith it. Intuitively, it just felt like the right place for me to be. And I trust my gut. The classes started in like... three days... so I had to scramble for money. The Universe provided and now I'm in school! yay!
haha I got a call yesterday, to go back to my printing job (different company, same duties).. and rejected the offer and that felt really good.
And ooo dang.. check out this bike commuter!
Yess dats a UNICYCLE.
He is a bad mo-fo!
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