Who is Anita?...
Anita is a modern woman.
She is a dreamer, an artist, and a poet that constantly lives in her imagination. Hopes to travel to meet somewhat poetic minds.
Interests include music, photography, culture.
Occasional melancholic account of getting by as a lonely single woman who is overwhelmed by a big city and tales of her deterred efforts to climb the socio-corporate ladder.
Interests: Moved to the Atlanta Midtown area. Quite enjoying what it feels like to live in the city and be close, literally close to the city and so far away from anything resembling suburbian life. With that trying to develop new interests, like
coffeehouses, the best Starbucks, poetry readings, vintage stores, and "boutique-ing". I am still hoping on a career in international law so I suppose being close to the city helps, to experience whatever culture there is.
Reading: I actually have a Master's Degree. No Shit! The Degree sits in my cabinet with my undergraduate degree and law school certificate handed to me by the Supreme Court. None of them are framed. Why bother! That's just how I feel about it - all that work and
no payoff. STILL NO PAYOFF. THE UN CAREER EVADES ME.
Listening: I just got Gavin DeGraw's new CD, aptly titled Gavin DeGraw. It is so not good. He just ruined the songs compared to hearing them live. Also, Sara Bareilles' Little Voice. The first song I responded to this year was "Love Song." And since then I became a fan. Her CD is a valiant effort, reminds me of Toby Lightman. Very moody, over-produced girly pop.
Watched: Just saw Keanu in Street Kings. Very Blah on everything except Keanu. He delivered a very controlled performance, more than I can say for Forest Whitaker. Seeing him with controlled rage on film is such a huge payoff for an Keanu fan. Too bad people didn't respond as well to the movie. Just saw Little Children on cable. Very amazing, factual, and in-your-face type of movie. It reminded me of American Beauty. Kate Winslet
is a gem when she's in her element.
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Monday, August 29, 2005
Over the weekend, I went to IKEA. Right by it is this renovated area; very beautiful, bourgeoise neighborhood, that according to what I just read in a law journal was a waste dump, site of the former Atlantic Station. It was wonderful upscale living. They have these lofts being built there, and a stream of townhouses, brick style townhomes. I knew right away that I wanted to live there. It had an expansive sidewalk. Lush greenery. Streetlights. Close to a shopping complex. It was pretty. It made me want to live in Atlanta. And if you know me, it is rare, that I want to or find a reason to want to make living here work.
Needless to say, the lofts are pretty, offer wonderful amenities, healthclub, secured covered parking, hardwood flooring inside the lofts. Magnificent!
Only one glitch. They cost 300,000. They are not for rent, they are for SALE. And start at 300,000. So they may end up at 500,000 at this point. It's a pipe dream I know. But I just daydreamed for a millisecond as I drove past that place and studied the floorplans. I daydreamed and it lasted till today.
drafted on 9:50:00 PM
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Thursday, August 25, 2005
My Employment Law Exam.
I had envisioned that this exam would be so hard and so complex and I would be faced with a situation where questions would come and I would be unable to answer them. There was a question about a case, quite an interesting case at that. And I just couldn't keep it together, just to mention, 'it was not based on his sexual orientation.' I couldn't. I just talked about stuff that was not really that important. Dang girl!
In other news, since I have finished the exam, I am freefor at least a month to do all the silly stuff I used to do before I embarked on this legal journey. Pictures from my Maroon 5 concert, which weren't really that good, but they still deserve to go up in my journal. My BSB pictures are forthcoming, and then, I bought tickets to go see Rob Thomas at this general admission venue, that I know is going to be whack, because I may not get there on time and I'll end up standing at the back and I am not the tallest girl in the world, and the story goes on. I told myself before I got the tickets that I really wanted to see what it would feel like to go to a concert downtown, in the middle of the week (it's on a Monday night) and to be responsible for taking myself there and bringing myself back. Rob's music is okay, I don't even have the new CD at all. So let's see how all this gets put together for one cold fall evening. In the meantime if I can grab a play or two downtown I would as well. I am in the business of trying to sell myself. Sell myself!
Peace love, and lots more to share.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
My Company law Exam on Monday.
First of all, I do not know how to do lawyer speak very well. It just seems like so long since I have been put in an exam set up that I sort of forgot how to phrase my sentences intellectually, speak intelligently without sounding as if I am catering to the Valley crowd. So the sentences were all run on sentences, my tenses were bad, and I used the wrong word in instances that I would not have used them. I took too long on one question, did not have enough time to mention things coherently. I am currently in the process of looking for a writing class, not creative writing just intellectual writing. If I intend to do this legal advisory international law graduate thing, I want to do it right, no half ass, or else it's a waste of time and I might as well just be a novelist.
So that is where I am at.
Oh and I got the car/jeep on Friday.
I traded in my last Duchess....oh so sad, and she sat so proudly at the parking lot, brave to the bitter end. But yeah, we are separated now. I now have a jeep very few people drive, the few and the stupid I assume.
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Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Don't ask me why these words somehow appropriate but too outspoken to put up in my cube.
Sometimes, privately and quietly, she regretted the way in which she had abandoned what she called the thinking part of her. Then, she gave up on regret, let those ideas go dormant and released the past.
It was as if Elodie, who did the work of the absent employee was looked upon as a cardboard cutout of an employee with a brain to match.
She couldn’t be fired but she couldn’t get ahead either. The companies and faces changed but the tasks remained the same, her work life had achieved stasis.
She thought about what it actually meant to live in the moment behave as if tomorrow will not come, If there is no tomorrow, then one couldn’t act without regard to consequences, but since there is a tomorrow, how can one live in the moment? Who wants to live with the consequences of poor judgment?
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