…i wonder how there can be so many emergencies in one city.
and i slowly begin to worry for everyone i pass on the street, that tomorrow it could be their call.
“i’ve seen the future, and this all works out.”
June 23, 2009Dear Fifteen-Year-Old-Hanna,
Job in radio. (check.)
Studio in Metropolitan Center. (check.)
Dog. (check.)
It’ll all happen for you. I promise.
Love,
Twenty-Two-Year-Old-Hanna
stop your ramblin’, stop your gamblin’
June 12, 2009here’s to you:
good luck to everyone who’s graduating from school, from work, from everything.
may you have better luck with filing for unemployment than I have.
may you soar through all things bureaucratic, unhindered by red-tape and unsavory business practices.
may your alma mater not bill you for services rendered three months after you have a diploma safely in your hands.
may you receive said diploma as planned.
may your hair survive the evils of a mortarboard or, if you’re wise, may you skip all that jazz and get drunk with your closest.
may your students, if you’re the one sending students off into the salty june air of the pacific northwest, remember you fondly for your silly t-shirts or multi-colored toenails.
may your employees, if today you’re relinquishing your role as “boss,” remember your hard work, long hours and creative brilliance.
And may they forget the hungover friday mornings, the angry outbursts of frustration, and the mildly repetitive bob dylan pandora station streaming from your cubicle.
may your cubicle be kinder to the next poor soul.
godspeed.
“it’s cool, it’s cool, I’m chillin’. I meant to do that…”
June 9, 2009intervention on hulu = the trainwreck you’ve been waiting to witness, over and over.
I LOVE THIS SHOW.
inspiration won’t rule the nation…
June 3, 2009ugh seattle you’re really big and scary.
like a big scary mean angry beast with high rents and no jobs in bars for me.
and no friends and no parking.
and self-righteous yuppies in sandals who think they remember the sixties.
but if they really remembered the sixties, they’d be living somewhere other than the city of non-profits but no smiles on the streets.
no one looks at eachother,
except the lesbian in the obama shirt who said i had pretty eyes.
seattle, everyone raves for you.
everyone from somewhere in a twenty-mile radius claims you as home.
but when i walk along, marveling at the sheer volume of commerce on the streets, neck craned to see the top story of buildings full of professionals and the people who work for them, I feel a little out of place.
and i wonder,
can everyone tell that i don’t belong here?
I ain’t passed the bar, but I know a little bit.
May 26, 2009…enough that I don’t put up with this shit.
come on. you should know better than this.
you’ve watched me storm around the bar with a 12-inch Maglite, yell in the face of drunk fraternity boys three times my size, hit a guy, shove a guy, and push a guy to the ground outside. You’ve watched me verbally thrash someone and make someone feel like the uneducated tool they are with one raised eyebrow.
You heard about my degree.
You’ve seen my scarred knuckles.
You’ve laid me off for no reason other than your own spite and ignorant impotence.
Don’t you think for one minute that I’ll be quiet, that I’ll be meek, or that I’ll be cooperative.
Fuck you, sir. Fuck you and your grabby-handed, ambiguously Latino-accented small-man syndrome.
Fuck you, ladies, who watched it happen and made light of it.
Fuck you, coworker, whoever you may be, that flipped me over to them to save your own stagnated, minimum-wage job.
When I’m making more money than I could get out of you in the lawsuit, and when you hear me on your radio, and when you try to explain to your spouse why you’re getting cleaned out by a twenty-two year old on a mission, I hope you remember the petty joy you felt when you undermined me, watched me squirm and retracted my shift hours.
You should’ve known better.
there she goes.
May 18, 2009i may never be that girl,
with the awesome resume,
with the amazing taste,
with the wealthy family,
the amazing references,
the spotless record…
but damnit, i’m that girl with a future built on the backs of the best family comprised of bootstrapping babies born of debt and disparity and the biggest drive to be “someone.”
yeah, you could do a lot worse.
realize this.
i’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on.
May 14, 2009upwardly mobile. moving to seattle in mid-june for the internship i could never have even thought to ask for.
so come visit me in bellingham now.
because it’s really lovely in the spring.
oregon-bound for memorial day weekend/my birthday/loads of explaining of what an NPR member station is.
indi and i are pretty excited.
