Ah, in so many ways.

It's already September 10th. Wow.

Wow because that means that the fall is almost here.

Meaning my self-imposed deadline of finding meaningful work, preferably in a warmer climate, is about to come up, and I haven't seen too much progress on that front.

And the winter's-coming-bite is starting to enter the newly gusting wind, even though I'm still waiting for "real summer" to arrive (naive optimism??).

And Wow that it's been almost exactly one year since I was originally booked to fly to Mexico to start my contract at UNEP-ROLAC (September 11, 2003). And that it's been just under three years since I had the interview that landed me my first post-university full-time job at Credential Group (owner of "Ethical Funds" TM) in the “Strategy & Business Development” department doing crazy corporate communications and coordinating projects with people dressed in suits and other fancy stuff I never pictured myself doing (job started September 24, 2001). And just over seven years since, never having been west of Ontario, I took my precious savings and all my highest expectations and "ran away" to start a new life living on a mountain by the sea (and attending Simon Fraser University)...

So, late summer/early fall times, in retrospect, seem to have been pretty significant for me. And, in some way, I feel, hope, that this one could take some turn and surprise me. Or maybe, the path I've been meandering will lead to something unexpected, undirected, and yet right.

Since I went on "update strike," in addition to sending out hoards of "formal" job applications, I've also been pursuing less traditional possibilities - like that of working with some friends/acquaintances "in the biz" in trying to put together a documentary on natural resource issues. (No details yet, cuz it's too soon, and I'm not sure, and initial research was promising, to the point of my almost having a full documentary scripted, and then I found an almost identical one's just been screened.) I've already been out to help Mez shoot his unrelated documentary on the garbage can ads, and it's been really neat - it would just be a matter of collaborating on this new project, getting the research and contacts taken care of, and applying for grants (not necessarily so easy or in that order - after all, what do I know about making movies, aside from my running my OAC media class project back in 1997?).

Of course, the fact that there is no guaranteed funding, and that I'm a bit nervous about entering a totally new realm (as much as I've always had a thing for media), makes it all a bit sketchy - and exciting, too. And yet, the nervous, more conservative part of me hopes that my knight in shining armour (aka a job offer) will gallop in and scoop me up from the tower of my parents' castle (ok, house) in a far-off isolated land (North York) and take me somewhere new and exotic, where negative temperatures don't exist and there is a dental plan.

I've also been thinking of getting into Spoken Word. Like actually performing. In fact, I may venture out tomorrow night - Lisa "Luscious" Tai will be performing at the Rustic Cosmo, 1278 Queen Street West, and invited me since apparently there's an open mic component. Rob, whom I saw tonight for the first time since he took off after Om, is coincidentally also thinking of "reading" – he timidly showed me some of his stuff, for the first time, and I think he’s got amazing potential.

Anyways, we'll see what happens. For now, seems I'm back to old habits (one of the reasons for the strike).

Already 5:20am. Wow.

Time for bed!