Artist Mentality

Ah, time off. It's a good thing. Helps you get some errands done, take time to chill... and rest. Wasn't feeling all that great last week, I actually had to call out on Wednesday. That's when the dizzy spells started. It sounds alot like what my mom's been going through the last few months. Her doctor said it's Temporary Positional Vertigo. You can get it from a bad cold or virus. You can be standing perfectly still and for no reason get violently dizzy to the point where you fall over or throw up. The sucky part is (as my mom's been finding out) it can last up to 3 months. Luckily for me I haven't had a spell since Sunday. Keep your fingers crossed :-)

Onto what I did today. I finally saw "Rent" this afternoon. I was a fan for a long time and saw the play Senior year of high school. It funny how your preception changes after certain events in your life. When I was in high school it was this play that said dirty words and was pretty funny at times, but had a good central meaning. I can honestly say that they made the movie very well, but I saw it in a different light. I spent most of my college years with people kinda like the people in the movie; artists doing what they had to to get their work done and shown, drag queens, and my boys. After I saw the movie, it kind of made me sad. I miss those days of the little artist comunnity that hung around the Art Institute and the gang that I met afterwards at the Academy of Music in the telecharge department. I miss doing student films, running from places cause we didn't have a filming permit, the days of no-funds theater puting on your performance in a crappy dinner club in Frankford and the days of no sleep as your were desperate to finish that all important project. Most of all I miss my big burly man, Dean. There was nothing funnier than the looks on people's face when this huge 6 & 1/2" tall brick shit house of a black guy came lumbering into view and this gay lispy voice came pouring out :-) It's hard to believe that I only knew him for two years and even harder to believe that he's been gone for seven. I barely had time to come to terms with the fact that he was Positive before I had to come to terms with the fact that he was gone. Love ya Sweetness, and I miss ya.

Ah well, enough depression for one day. I'm sure happiness lies ahead between Christmas parties and New Years Eve. Later kids.