When I was little (ok, still now) I was really into Indiana Jones and I wanted to be an archeologist. I understood that most archeologists don't need to carry bull whips on their hips at all times to help them get out of life-threatening situations, that most likely no one would try to rip my still beating heart from my chest, and that archeologists don't always 'get the girl' in the end (even if she doesn't turn out to be a Nazi), but it still seemed cool. Researching, digging, discovering, writing... awesome.
I didn't end up taking very many anthropology courses in college, so this sort of faded by the way side. I also didn't take many (any) acting or singing courses so my other dream of starring in a Broadway musical has also fallen off. That's too bad.
Right now, my dream job would be to open a used bookstore, maybe with a cafe where people would feel comfortable talking and meeting each other and collaborating on artistic works or writing together. I could hang out there and chat all day, and feature new books from my friends in a big display. Not to mention my own books. I could set my own hours, paint the walls however I wanted, wear jeans to work, hire people with visable tattoos, whatever. Now... what could I call it?
Thursday, September 13, 2007
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my vote is for "the writers' block"
incidentally - i would love to hang out there, especially if you have good coffee.
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