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Night Owl!

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I’m one of those people that has trouble with the whole being awake during the day thing. It’s never been easy for me. There’s a good chance I’m sleeping while you’re reading this. Just like there’s a good chance you’re sleeping while I’m writing it. I’m one of those people known as a night owl and that gives me plenty of time to think about things that probably don’t cross the minds of the Normals.

Thing 1:
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Apologies to Dr. Seuss. It’s an homage. This is how Things look in my head when I think about Things.

Why do they call us night owls? Isn’t that redundant? I mean, if you take something that’s most well known for being that one thing, do you really need to add the thing it’s known for as a qualifier? Shouldn’t we just be owls? We don’t call that drinker with the hollow leg a water camel. Or a camel at all I guess. Yet. Try it and it might catch on. Anyways, I mean, what’s the danger of misunderstanding here? “Oh? You’re an owl too? I love eating mice?” Also, language evolves. Owls might be awake at night, but vampires burst into flames in the day. Their claim to being  synonymous with the night is way over that of owls. I know someone will come in and tell me that vampires (or night vampires as I now like to call them) have historically not until recently been inextricably tied to the night. But that’s my point.  Besides, mistaken ideas lead us neatly into

Thing 2:
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It’s running because it’s a wave.

I’m sure you know this, but things are louder at night. They don’t seem louder and people don’t do things louder. Sound just likes to be louder at night and murder those things that bring sleep to the world. I call this the psychological Doppler effect. PDE will soon be playing at a rave near you. It’s what makes those upstairs neighbors sound like they’re wearing the kind of lead boots that leads to deepwater expeditions for giant squid. I’m sure there’s probably some big scientific explanation about how the air is thin and carries sound better or something. All I know is the volume at which I can barely hear my tv during the day is 3 times the volume at which I’m afraid it will wake the neighbors at night. There’s no ambient noise that makes a difference or anything. It’s just a case of PDE gone awry.

I have other things but the sun will be up soon so I should hit the sack. I’ll leave you with this old doodle. I drew it at night.

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Cha cha cha Changes…

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I hope you can forgive me if I get a little confessional today. I’ll try to keep it light.

So five days ago I tied the knot with unemployment. We had been flirting with each other for years, but we just couldn’t contain ourselves anymore. We were meant to be. This is my cute and not too heavy way of saying I was laid off.

Blaah!

I want to make it clear that this situation was not at all my situation. My boss was ok. The job was… ok. Really really really really boring but ok. It was also very very easy, which led to my improving how it was done to the point that my company could reduce my department of three’s headcount by a third. Ironic, yes?

Which now puts me in the position of assessing step two. What to do with life now? In the past, I have tried very hard to do the things that I was told needed to be done to provide a secure future for myself. Notably absent among those options was that of being an artist- the one and only thing I have *ever* wanted to be. I went to college and got a history degree before I found out I didn’t much feel like being a teacher and the options for using a history degree are pretty small.

From there I got a job in a call center because first jobs are usually in call center, fast food places or a grocery store. That’s what you do, right? I then went to law school to get further than five miles from where I had come of age. I still wanted to be an artist and when I sat down and figured out how much it would cost for my ideal studio, I didn’t see that coming as a result of being an artist. So I was going to be a crusading lawyer who fixed the system from the inside and used my ample salary to have a nice studio.

After graduating I figured out how little I wanted to be a lawyer and how really really broken I felt the judicial system to be. So… no legal career and a student loan debt that is ironically what I thought it would have cost for the studio I wanted in the first place.

Then… back to the call centers because let’s face it- once you set your foot on a career path, that’s the path you are going to follow for the rest of your life. My ex-employers, with the best of intentions, have signed me up for a transition service to help me find another job ASAP. By which they mean a job using the skills you have used to get your other jobs to get a job just like this job. And I hated those jobs. All of them. Repetition here would be insanity.

Bosch, no.

So… knowing that there is no security, and tired of chasing it, I’m going all in. I spent 30 years being told you can’t make a living as an artist, and since it’s kind of apparent I can’t make a living doing anything else- I’m doing what I should have done in 1994. I’m gonna be an artist. If you’re anywhere in the world and you have art needs, hit me up. If you live in Salt Lake City and need your dog walked or something, hit me up for that too. Thanks for letting me vent interwebs friends and I’m looking forward to sharing this adventure with you all.

Love and fearfully excited hugs,

Martin

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