Here I am in Atlanta after a sped-up two week process of coming down here. I finally have a moment to breath and have hopped on to someone’s wireless while listening to the soulful sounds of the “smooth negro jazz” that wafts up to my apartment from the coffee shop for affluent black atlantians directly below my two-month sublet. I’m glad I’m on this side of the building though with a nice view of the Bank of America rocketship building in the distance, rather than being on the more expensice side with a view of the pool… that by and by smells like you are swimming in a vat of donut glaze as the next door lot is Krispy Kreme. Oh well, I signed a year lease today at this gated community called the Post Renaissance. Although in theory I am diametrically opposed to the idea of a community cut off to the rest of the neighborhood by a ten-foot fence I am not going to listen to my more rational side when it comes to my feeling of saftey in an area that feels at times like 47th street Philly and at others like Rittenhouse. Oh well I will have a workout facility, pool, gated parking and a balcony on the third floor with a view of the city. (and no “smooth negro jazz” keeping me up until 2 every night.
work is good. that being said i had to make myself look busy all week b/c no one knew i was coming… therefore i wasn’t assigned to any projects and was thereby left floating in the ether. even once i make it onto the schedule i still think i will be shuffled around a bit as it appears the my degree in landscape architecture AND regional planning has landed me in the position of being put into both the planning and design studios. the better for me b/c maybe it will keep me as far away from CAD details as i would like. i fell back into an easy rythmn with my old friends at the office and i think soon my social calendar will begin to fill up.
my goals for the next few months are to: a. sign up for some adult ed. classes… my reasoning to be revealed in the future, b. get a kitten… that way i at least of something of the non-amphibious persuasion to great me when I come home, c. continue the planning of my nuptual shindig, d. get back into a natural schedule which will allow me to eat better, workout and lose the midget which i so-far cannot find but whoch magiaclly reappears clinging to me every time i step on the scale.