So the job search is ramping up to high gear of late, which is a welcome distraction while Polina is away in Switzerland. However, she has been very good about calling me on Skype and videochatting with me regularly, so I don't miss her too too much.
The interview in Princeton went very well. The company is really in the middle of nowhere, smack dab in a giant corporate complex about 18 miles from the New Jersey Turnpike. They have a big trading floor that you can see behind glass as soon as you walk in the lobby, and the rest of the offices are open desks with no walls whatsoever. Not really my preferred environment, but I can't really be picky about that. My recruiter who set up the interview followed up afterwards and reported this morning that they really liked me, and thought I was a good candidate, but they are just starting their search and they want to see some more people. This is actually okay for me because I have a couple other interviews I want to explore before I'm required to make a decision.
The Midtown PR agency let me know they were not going to offer me a position, so that's a dead end there. I'm waiting to hear more from a phone interview I had last Thursday since the interviewer went on vacation for a week after she talked to me. Then I have another phone interview on Tuesday for a new position being created by an insurance brokerage company, one that reports directly to a CEO. That's a pretty exciting opportunity, so we'll see how that pans out next week.
In other personal news, I had my first date with someone new since I started dating Polina almost a year ago. My friend Vivek, who runs the cricket meetup group I participate in ("My first cricket game" - July 8, 2009) asked me out to Lolita Bar on the Lower East Side near my old burlesque studio. I planned to go directly after my Women's Poly Meetup Group on Tuesday, and I did, but we ran quite long so I turned up almost an hour late. It also started pouring down rain when I was about two blocks away, so I got drenched and showed up looking like a drowned rat. To add to my embarrassment, he was dressed nicely in a suit and dress shirt, and I was wearing just a t-shirt, skirt and sandals. He seemed to take it all in stride and we had a nice time talking about all manner of topics. He lives in Jersey City and runs his own mergers and acquisitions firm with a partner, matching up companies that do IT outsourcing in India. We'll try to get the group together on Tuesday after my phone interview to have another cricket practice, and maybe I can get him to go with me to Brick Lane Curry House, which was recently featured on Man vs. Food, to eat some spicy food.
I've been captivated lately by Regina Spektor's last album, Begin to Hope, which I checked out of the library a few months back and listened to, but wasn't impressed with it at the time. This time, her quirky lyrics and quasi-electronic folk music have caught on with me. Maybe I will find a copy of her latest release, Far, and give that a listen as well. I am also now more than halfway through my collection of Ranma 1/2 DVDs, just starting Season 3 now. Even after all this time, they still make me laugh. Maybe after I'm done with those, I'll finally get to watching the first two seasons of The L Word, which is the only remaining TV series I own on DVD that I haven't watched yet.
All for now. Hopefully I will have some good news on my job search the next time I post.
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Cat humor
Heh, this is the funniest little clip, taken from Bug's Web site. She says it's a good idea of her morning routine (my family has three cats, in case you were wondering...)
I spent the day sending out the press release for Katelynn's appearance at the next Polyamorous NYC meeting on May 20, and secured a listing with a photo in HX Magazine, one of the more prominent free gay publications in the city. I'm hoping we will get some mainstream media at the event as well.
Tara and I had one of our long poly-mono discussions last night, which always seems to upset her moreso than me. I miss our physical intimacy very much, and as that's the only thing I'm not getting from her and it's very unlikely we'll resume that activity, I'm forced to seek it elsewhere unless I'm planning to be asexual. I've never been very good with dating, but I have faith that the right person (or persons) will come along someday.
I spent the day sending out the press release for Katelynn's appearance at the next Polyamorous NYC meeting on May 20, and secured a listing with a photo in HX Magazine, one of the more prominent free gay publications in the city. I'm hoping we will get some mainstream media at the event as well.
Tara and I had one of our long poly-mono discussions last night, which always seems to upset her moreso than me. I miss our physical intimacy very much, and as that's the only thing I'm not getting from her and it's very unlikely we'll resume that activity, I'm forced to seek it elsewhere unless I'm planning to be asexual. I've never been very good with dating, but I have faith that the right person (or persons) will come along someday.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Limerancing through life
After a few days at home and not feeling my best, I decided to shake the doldrums and head into the city for some solo adventures. Yesterday I went to visit MOMA and then met up with Lori for a little bit to tell her the news about Tara and do some grocery shopping. Then I met up with my friend Kyle at the Thursday night polyamory meeting at a Chinese restaurant in the East Village. I met some people there who knew me and Polina from PolyNYC, but mostly they were new faces, and many of them older folks. Some of them were old enough to be my grandparents. I guess I know where I'll seek out poly company 20 years from now.
Tonight I met up with Angel, one of the women I met at the pansexual women's Meetup group, the one who works at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the finance department. We met down in the lobby after she got off work and toured the special exhibit entitled Beyond Babylon: Art, Trade and Diplomacy in the Second Millennium B.C.. We walked through some of the other galleries before we headed up to her office so she could get her stuff, check her messages and shut down her computer. Then we walked to Madison Avenue to a small cafe and had a slice of pizza before she had to leave for her night job at a theater. She seems like a nice enough person, but probably not my type for anything more than a friend.
Tomorrow Tara and I are going to Connecticut for the day so she can have a band rehearsal before her gig on March 6, her band's first concert performance in more than a year. We need Yoshi to pack her drumkit and take it back home. It will also be the first time we've seen each other since last Saturday night, although we've been talking a lot on the phone each day since. Being apart hasn't been easy on either of us, and we're both dealing with it in our own ways.
I found this wonderful poem while Googling the word "limerancing" - something Penny is doing right now, celebrating life and love in Argentina. I love what this poem says about life, about love, and dance.
LIMERANCING IS A DANCE
i am most definitely
limerancing!
i am an incurable
limerancer!
yet again
i am in
that
first stage
of mad attraction
with
all my
hormones engaged and flowing
and things feel oh so right!
limerancing is such an awesome gift of the soul
a beautiful dance of dna
the melding of emotions and body and soul
it is ku panta!
some warn about it
they warn that it is painful
they warn that it rarely lasts
all this can be said of life
in any one of its manifestations
few of us give up on life
because we know it will end in death
and in the same way
i will not give up limerance
because it ends with a good-bye
instead, i live in the moment
enjoy the moment
enjoy the journey
i choose
to be intoxicated
with life
intoxicated with love
and
not to
dwell
on what is sad
all hail limerance!
all hail the dance!
Tonight I met up with Angel, one of the women I met at the pansexual women's Meetup group, the one who works at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the finance department. We met down in the lobby after she got off work and toured the special exhibit entitled Beyond Babylon: Art, Trade and Diplomacy in the Second Millennium B.C.. We walked through some of the other galleries before we headed up to her office so she could get her stuff, check her messages and shut down her computer. Then we walked to Madison Avenue to a small cafe and had a slice of pizza before she had to leave for her night job at a theater. She seems like a nice enough person, but probably not my type for anything more than a friend.
Tomorrow Tara and I are going to Connecticut for the day so she can have a band rehearsal before her gig on March 6, her band's first concert performance in more than a year. We need Yoshi to pack her drumkit and take it back home. It will also be the first time we've seen each other since last Saturday night, although we've been talking a lot on the phone each day since. Being apart hasn't been easy on either of us, and we're both dealing with it in our own ways.
I found this wonderful poem while Googling the word "limerancing" - something Penny is doing right now, celebrating life and love in Argentina. I love what this poem says about life, about love, and dance.
LIMERANCING IS A DANCE
i am most definitely
limerancing!
i am an incurable
limerancer!
yet again
i am in
that
first stage
of mad attraction
with
all my
hormones engaged and flowing
and things feel oh so right!
limerancing is such an awesome gift of the soul
a beautiful dance of dna
the melding of emotions and body and soul
it is ku panta!
some warn about it
they warn that it is painful
they warn that it rarely lasts
all this can be said of life
in any one of its manifestations
few of us give up on life
because we know it will end in death
and in the same way
i will not give up limerance
because it ends with a good-bye
instead, i live in the moment
enjoy the moment
enjoy the journey
i choose
to be intoxicated
with life
intoxicated with love
and
not to
dwell
on what is sad
all hail limerance!
all hail the dance!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Dating and broken screens
Ugh, back at work after a welcome three-day weekend. At least it's a short week.
I went on my first real date on Friday, the first since meeting Tara I suppose. Her name is Pam, and she's a 33-year-old lesbian living in Midtown. She works as a stage manager for theater productions, and she's getting her MFA in Brooklyn and working as an acting teacher for undergraduates. She's originally from Pittsburgh and has been here for about 10 years.
We went out to dinner at my favorite Ethiopian restaurant (well, the only one I've been to, thanks to Lori) and later got ice cream at the Cold Stone Creamery nearby, despite the near-freezing temperatures outside. She seems like a nice person, although a bit reserved like me. I'm not sure there's much chemistry there, but I think we could be friends. It would be nice to have a friend in the theater business, if you know what I mean.
The rest of the weekend was nice and quiet, except for one major hiccup. My family was over Saturday night for our movie night, and I was retracting my theater screen when it came off its mounts and fell down, smashing the front of my 37-inch LCD TV. It still works, but the crack in the screen disabled about 15 percent of the total screen area in the bottom right corner. It's still watchable after you get used to ignoring the damaged area, but obviously I'd like to replace the TV someday. At least I still have the projector for movies, which is most important to me.
Also on Saturday, my new computer speakers came in the mail, and I hooked those up to my portable DVD player in the bedroom to have music at night. This weekend I spent a lot of time at Borders buying all kinds of music by Bryan Ferry, Roxy Music, Men at Work, Porcupine Tree, Death Cab for Cutie, Garbage, and Tara gave me some music from No-Man, which is P-Tree frontman Steven Wilson's side project. Plus, I also got the 25th anniversary edition of Purple Rain on DVD - I've been getting into a Prince vibe lately for some reason.
Sunday night everyone came over to my apartment so I could cook them some fried vegetarian dumplings I found at my local Chinese grocery store. I made myself some kim chee ramen with eggs. Afterwards we watched I Am Legend on my big screen, a SAG awards review DVD that a co-worker gave me. It was a little less scary than I thought it might be, but as I'm not good with horror elements to begin with, that was plenty. It was a very intense movie, and afterwards I felt like I'd just finished lifting weights or something. I had to watch some of Miyazaki's Spirited Away to settle myself. Bee did the same by watching another movie at home.
Last night Tara came over so I could give her a manicure while we listened to Roxy Music's Avalon in SACD surround sound. This has got to be one of the Top 10 best makeout albums ever, and it's a shame we wasted it doing nails....
I went on my first real date on Friday, the first since meeting Tara I suppose. Her name is Pam, and she's a 33-year-old lesbian living in Midtown. She works as a stage manager for theater productions, and she's getting her MFA in Brooklyn and working as an acting teacher for undergraduates. She's originally from Pittsburgh and has been here for about 10 years.
We went out to dinner at my favorite Ethiopian restaurant (well, the only one I've been to, thanks to Lori) and later got ice cream at the Cold Stone Creamery nearby, despite the near-freezing temperatures outside. She seems like a nice person, although a bit reserved like me. I'm not sure there's much chemistry there, but I think we could be friends. It would be nice to have a friend in the theater business, if you know what I mean.
The rest of the weekend was nice and quiet, except for one major hiccup. My family was over Saturday night for our movie night, and I was retracting my theater screen when it came off its mounts and fell down, smashing the front of my 37-inch LCD TV. It still works, but the crack in the screen disabled about 15 percent of the total screen area in the bottom right corner. It's still watchable after you get used to ignoring the damaged area, but obviously I'd like to replace the TV someday. At least I still have the projector for movies, which is most important to me.
Also on Saturday, my new computer speakers came in the mail, and I hooked those up to my portable DVD player in the bedroom to have music at night. This weekend I spent a lot of time at Borders buying all kinds of music by Bryan Ferry, Roxy Music, Men at Work, Porcupine Tree, Death Cab for Cutie, Garbage, and Tara gave me some music from No-Man, which is P-Tree frontman Steven Wilson's side project. Plus, I also got the 25th anniversary edition of Purple Rain on DVD - I've been getting into a Prince vibe lately for some reason.
Sunday night everyone came over to my apartment so I could cook them some fried vegetarian dumplings I found at my local Chinese grocery store. I made myself some kim chee ramen with eggs. Afterwards we watched I Am Legend on my big screen, a SAG awards review DVD that a co-worker gave me. It was a little less scary than I thought it might be, but as I'm not good with horror elements to begin with, that was plenty. It was a very intense movie, and afterwards I felt like I'd just finished lifting weights or something. I had to watch some of Miyazaki's Spirited Away to settle myself. Bee did the same by watching another movie at home.
Last night Tara came over so I could give her a manicure while we listened to Roxy Music's Avalon in SACD surround sound. This has got to be one of the Top 10 best makeout albums ever, and it's a shame we wasted it doing nails....
