Wrapping up

Allegedly my last day on the job is Friday. We've been through this before, however- and had a couple of extensions. Then it's a free-for-all when employers citywide discover that I'm free to be hired!

Yeah.

Anyhew, I was thinking about stuff. Cuz my job is anything but cerebral, doncha know. Scanning barcodes ain't what I use my schoolin on nohow. We watched the documentary about Henry Darger last night. Made me think. For those who are too lazy to look him up on Wikipedia, he was the obsessive/compulsive, possible nutcase who created tens of thousands of pages of an illustrated novel over the course of 60 years. His paintings were often over 10 feet long, on both sides of the paper. Impressive. We saw some similar stuff (in a way- which I'll explain) when we went to the Montreal modern art museum last summer. There's something universal about artists who have that kind of obsessive need to create - whether it's in paper and paint or it it's arranging bottle caps in a certain design, or cutting up puzzles to create new puzzles of amazing complexity and scale. It resonates with me- as I have a touch o the old ocd going on- thus am very good at my current job- counting and organizing data...yummy. But thing is, I get it. It makes me sad kinda when I see the Darger stuff- since it shows how very rich his internal life was, but how very impoverished his personal outside life was. I hope the other artists like him have it a little easier.

That's what I was thinking about today. That and my ongoing fantasy of driving the Nuhrburgring with Michael Schumacher in an Enzo Ferrarri. With his shirt off. Yummy. Indeed.