if i could be its lover
my first money-making gig for the summer is a three-day stint at spl. as in the koolhaas/ramus-designed spl. any excitement that might elicit will probably be tempered by the nature of the gig: i man the administrative reception desk. it’s a good fit for the skills i’m building as a phd student. but whatever. when i say i’m ‘going to the office,’ it’s this:
[photo by mraaronmorris]
which is cool, except that my view for seven hours of the days is actually something like this:
[photo by vsz]
… except instead of red, the walls on the top floor foyer are a gentle pink.
the nerd that i am, i was pretty excited about being privy to spl’s underbelly, or at least its innards, or brains i guess — operations and collections people are on floor 2. this meant/included getting a badge to open doors like the discreet staff side entrance, using the staff elevator, and just generally masquerading as a member of the spl army. and, working in a koolhaas-designed building. NEAT!
i’ve basically been getting paid to simply warm the seat and keep the crazies out, of which there have been one. i mostly relish walking around like i work there while hoping no one asks me a question believing i actually do. i also relish walking around downtown in my dress down professional garb, finally using the briefcase-y thing my parents gifted me, as if i’m a productive member of society. i can now cross two things off of my life goals checklist.
summer comes loudly
some summer notes, because i’m too lazy and all over the place to post thoughtfully, and because the summer’s running away from me already.
- whoever is in charge of the fleet foxes’ myspacage is the crazy. and i like it. [the page. the music - eh.]
- holy crap. why didn’t i ever think to mix watermelon juice with the spirits?
- a tale of two choices: the neighborhood block party vs. a jaunt to pdx?
- oddly felt some initial madison nostalgia during the first week of summer. and then i got over it, because i must.
- seattle makes good on its promise of temperate weather and gentle sun.
- this was LA during my visit: people of color; fatburger at 2am - complete with mariah carey sing-along and a 15-minute wait behind a shiny black bentley; hipsters of every stripe in silverlake; a tour of filipinotown; doctoral celebrations; appreciations of where i came from; a city in mourning for its home team; a close call.
a post soon, when i can organize my thoughts, on the textures of knowledge and why i can never do proper service to the philippines.