I'm getting excited! I fly to LA tomorrow to see the Andy Warhol exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art. I've been wanting to take a trip to LA to see art since last summer when I wanted to see the David Hockney photography exhibit, but the timing never worked out. This summer I decided to make it work and I did it. I fly to LA and then fly back to SF tomorrow night.
It's a quick in and out trip, but I'll have enough time to go to the Andy Warhol exhibit, check out the art at the rest of the MOCA and then take a shuttle to see The David Geffen museum, the MOCA's sister museum.
I found a hotel that's a couple blocks away from the MOCA, wasn't too expensive and has a gym and restaurant facilities. There's even a pool on the roof if I wanted to swim. I even get 500 points of frequent flyer mileage on my United Airlines credit card.
I've already have my ticket to get into Warhol exhibit and since I'm planning to be there on a Friday afternoon, I'm hoping it won't be too crowded.
God, I have not taken a trip by myself in a long time. It's at been least four years. I am so looking forward to it. It's fun travelling with friends or boyfriends, but when you travel by yourself you are absolutely free do anything you want. You don't have to deal with someone else's eating habits and their schedule. And I always meet people when I travel by myself so I never feel like I'm lonely.
This is a kind of test for me to see how easy or dificult it is to fly in to a city and see an art exhibit. The cost of insuring a travelling art exhibit is so exhorbitant that museums hardly do it. The art exhibit usually travels to only 2 to 4 cities and SF is very rarely on the list. If I can fly to LA easily to see art, then I'll think about flying to NYC, Boston, Philadelphia or Chicago to see other art exhibits. I will only fly for the large exhibits though, like retrospectives of an artist's works and it needs to be artist I really like or art I am absolutely dying to see.
I was lucky to see the Cezanne exhibit in London a few years ago. I was planning a trip to London that year and at the same time the exhibit was going to be at the Tate. I think the only other place the exhibit was travelling to was Philadelphia. I love Cezanne!
I wonder what the security at LAX will be like. I'm allowing for two hours on Saturday night to get through airport security. If it takes a shorter time, it's not a big deal. I can always use the time to read or write. I'm use to reading and writing in crowded places anyway and can get a lot of work done.
Thursday, August 08, 2002
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
I wonder if publishing my stories or selling a screenplay will feel or making any kind of money from my writing will feel as good as my corporate sucesses, four of which are listed below. And all of this achieved in a short 8 years of full time employment. I can't imagine what other successes I would have had if only I had started working fulltime earlier in my life.
1. 1992 - 1996 - my job at the insurance company where I got a 15% plus raise every year and a promotion, not to mention year end bonuses, stock options, cash awards, etc. Not bad for my second full time job.
2. 1997 - interviewed at a startup in a company located in Silicon Valley North and was offered a signing bonus in cash to join the company. God, I felt like a professional athlete when this happened. How cool is that when a company offers you cash on top of your salary to sign up with them.
3. Dec 1998 - interviewed at a transportation company in SF and at the end of the interview, my future boss says "name my price for my salary". Shocking! It's the kind of thing you dream of and when it happened I freaked and then low self esteem and integrity kicked and I lowballed myself. Next time I'll know better. Still, it was worth it just to hear that statement. Plus I had a corner cube with a view of downtown SF, Pac Bell Park and my own conference table with chairs.
4. fall 2000 - at my current job, I finally have every corporate drone's dream, my own office with a view of a stream and trees. There is nothing like having your own office and being able to shut the door so you can have private phone calls, play your tunes and listen to the radio.
1. 1992 - 1996 - my job at the insurance company where I got a 15% plus raise every year and a promotion, not to mention year end bonuses, stock options, cash awards, etc. Not bad for my second full time job.
2. 1997 - interviewed at a startup in a company located in Silicon Valley North and was offered a signing bonus in cash to join the company. God, I felt like a professional athlete when this happened. How cool is that when a company offers you cash on top of your salary to sign up with them.
3. Dec 1998 - interviewed at a transportation company in SF and at the end of the interview, my future boss says "name my price for my salary". Shocking! It's the kind of thing you dream of and when it happened I freaked and then low self esteem and integrity kicked and I lowballed myself. Next time I'll know better. Still, it was worth it just to hear that statement. Plus I had a corner cube with a view of downtown SF, Pac Bell Park and my own conference table with chairs.
4. fall 2000 - at my current job, I finally have every corporate drone's dream, my own office with a view of a stream and trees. There is nothing like having your own office and being able to shut the door so you can have private phone calls, play your tunes and listen to the radio.
More thoughts on a "Paul Haunting". What is it with men with brown hair and vivid blue eyes? Every time I get to know one, I end up falling in love and sometimes even dating them and once I even married one. Here's the list.
1. The english priest who presided over my first communion. He used to come over to my house and lift me up in the air and walk around. I'm sure the catholic scandalists would have something to says about him.
2. The bisexual priest in high school who had a crush on me. Man, could that guy dance. Sadly though, he died of AIDS a long time ago. He always leaving the priesthood and coming back. I wonder what the catholic church scandalists would think about him?
3. My first love, my freshman year in college. What can I say about him? I thought he was the start of my brown haired/blue eyed men obsession, but he's number 3 on the list. He taught me about classical music and Bootsy Collins and the Ah Shit chorus and how to recognize a great bass line. Every time I hear a song by The Cure I think of him.
4. My poet/writer college boyfriend who went to Country Day School for Boys in St. Louis. I think this guy became a playwright. I still have the poem he wrote for me. I've been meaning to frame it.
5. My exhusband. Still think he's cute after all these years. Surprising, we're still still friends. The guy would take me back in a second if I asked.
6. The man I saw in the Aka Joe outlet near Jackson street. I think he was the soulmate but I was married at the time, so I freaked out and ran. I think I freak out and run from alot of men I find incredibly attractive. Nerdy, aren't I?
7. Paul, exboyfriend who died this year.
8. "I think I've found my Krishna" Screenwriting hottie boy. What can I say ... he's a jock, he does yoga, he looks like Charlie Sheen, he's absolutely beautiful and to die for, every girl in class had a crush on him, and he's read the Bhagavad Gita. How could I not fall in love with someone like him? Too bad I ran from him too, but we're sort of still friends I think.
1. The english priest who presided over my first communion. He used to come over to my house and lift me up in the air and walk around. I'm sure the catholic scandalists would have something to says about him.
2. The bisexual priest in high school who had a crush on me. Man, could that guy dance. Sadly though, he died of AIDS a long time ago. He always leaving the priesthood and coming back. I wonder what the catholic church scandalists would think about him?
3. My first love, my freshman year in college. What can I say about him? I thought he was the start of my brown haired/blue eyed men obsession, but he's number 3 on the list. He taught me about classical music and Bootsy Collins and the Ah Shit chorus and how to recognize a great bass line. Every time I hear a song by The Cure I think of him.
4. My poet/writer college boyfriend who went to Country Day School for Boys in St. Louis. I think this guy became a playwright. I still have the poem he wrote for me. I've been meaning to frame it.
5. My exhusband. Still think he's cute after all these years. Surprising, we're still still friends. The guy would take me back in a second if I asked.
6. The man I saw in the Aka Joe outlet near Jackson street. I think he was the soulmate but I was married at the time, so I freaked out and ran. I think I freak out and run from alot of men I find incredibly attractive. Nerdy, aren't I?
7. Paul, exboyfriend who died this year.
8. "I think I've found my Krishna" Screenwriting hottie boy. What can I say ... he's a jock, he does yoga, he looks like Charlie Sheen, he's absolutely beautiful and to die for, every girl in class had a crush on him, and he's read the Bhagavad Gita. How could I not fall in love with someone like him? Too bad I ran from him too, but we're sort of still friends I think.
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