May 23, 2008

Weekend Warriors

Memorial Day Weekend, according to Comcast, is an opportunity to show battle films. While this may seem logical, the film in question was Braveheart. Followed by Elizabeth I. The Sooz explained that the holiday meant war movies, or in this case, blood and freedom and warriors.

I said, yes. But these are, um, British. It's about the freedom of Europe.

"Isn't freedom freedom?" she asked.

"Well yes," I said, "but on Memorial Day, are we meant to be thankful for an Australian actor playing a Scottish patriot?"

"Mel Gibson is fairly American."

"I just think if they're going to feature battles, they should show some that we were actually in. It screams Band of Brothers marathon, and they totally went the other way."

Also, and this is semi-unrelated, I disagree with using the word warrior when bullets are involved. I don't mean to diminish the roles of modern-day soldiers; I'm talking about a purely linguistic standpoint. 'Warrior' invokes visions of Picts and Vikings--matted hair and fires and face paint--with rough-hewn and rusty objects the only instruments of destruction. You're not a Weekend Warrior unless there's brick in that handbag and you're the first to stand and flip your earrings out when a bitch calls you out at the bar. Soldiers have guns; warriors have shillelaghs.

This rumination came about when considering my five-year plan (which, as a love-letter-that-borders-on-erotica to Procrastination, I have not yet fully fleshed out) when I realized that becoming a "real" writer--the paid kind--entirely hinges on having one's computer on at all times. Which means full weekends of work sitting at a computer, after a full week of my job... sitting at a computer. Obviously I knew this would happen eventually; I've only recently felt the loss of free time at my job. Which most likely means... the loss of my weekend job.

This is a hard decision, and I don't know when it will be officially made. I still need the extra cash at present, especially at moving time, so my leaving may be pushed back to the end of the year. It's just getting to a point where the extra time is worth more than the extra money--the job itself is almost irrelevant... almost.

On the upside: two whole days off a week, which I haven't had since graduation. And really, how long can you continue working three jobs, the only unpaid one being your aspired career? Yeah. Time to shake things up around here. I look up to Anna at powpow who is similarly reinventing herself; I'm flailing awkwardly like a foal in the grass, and I invite you all to point and laugh as I get myself upright.


Anonymous said...

The Complete Stories of Flannery? Have you lost your mind? Are you feeling too happy, life is going too well that you have to read all of that? Wise Blood was enough for me.

crdrue said...

I just had Thai with Anna in Hollywood at 2am last Thursday. I guess life reinventions keep strange waypoints. In any case, I fully support the ditching of the second job. I hope you are getting properly compensated by JV et al.

Anonymous said...

and you are correct sir!

whom do we ask about linguistic conundrums? the OED of course!

II.2.a. Now chiefly poetical and rhetorical, exc. as applied to the fighting men of the ages celebrated in epic and romance and of primitive peoples, for whom the designation soldier would be inappropriate.

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Sarah Beedoo said...

@G: Flannery is amazing! None of the stories have made me want to kill myself thus far--well, unless I overdose on AWE.

@CD: Reinventing yourself means getting a little wild. Don't be surprised if she gets drunk and flashes someone, because I'm pretty sure that's a requirement.

@AJ: Sometimes I like to rub my nekkid boobies on the OED. Prolly why I'm so word-origin savvy.

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