It feels purposeful. 
I spoke with jkevin about jason on sunday. We talked about in lack o motivation as a student and famly member but mostly about his lack of interest in anything produuctive.as far as i know he excells at one thing, tech theater. It's a shame he doesn't see it as a career choice and more a shame the topic he is interested in is unavailable first at his school due to the ever-overhanging budget crisis and second because of his shitty grades. 
Kevin became goal oriented some time in late highschool due to a mentor/confidant relationship that he developed with his english teacher. I decided what my future would be two years into my twenties and five after highschool in my late post-adolescence. I am example of the late-bloomer archetype and painfully watched as people i grew up with moved off, finished undergrad and as some started families or careers after. I would rather he take kevin's UCLA pre-med example than my not yet transferred jc student one. I'm not explicitly implying school is the only way by which to have a successful future but i would think signs for an alternative path wul have shown by now. 

Anyways, this is the studio i love:




finding inspiration.

that is all.

Kelly Savino on sat 2 jan 10

Aw, Lili, leave the girl be. There's plenty of time later in life to worry =

about mortgages, vision and dental coverage, and career building.



When I was twenty-something, I was selling oriental rugs in Harvard Square,=

interviewing axe throwers in Oregon logging towns, sleeping in my truck at=

tractor pulls and rodeos, and camping alone in roadless Oregon wilderness =

areas. I was cooking for elk hunters on a wood stove in a cabin in the Blue=

Mountains and skinning their elk while they hunted. I was partying at Ken =

Kesey's farm, sleeping in his pasture next to the magic bus, making beadwor=

k and batiks, dancing at Grateful Dead shows and the Oregon Country Fair.



I only had a decade after undergrad to be free and independent, between my =

family of origin and my family-to-be. I followed folklore grant jobs from M=

aryland to Virginia to the Carolinas. I was documenting crabbers and oyster=

men, granny midwives and herbalists, coon hunters, moonshiners, boat buider=

s, Amish farmers and pound net fishermen. I never crewed on a Brigantine, b=

ut I spent a little time on a tugboat called Sampit between Southport and B=

eaufort, NC (Elizabeth's town.) They had a diesel cookstove, no lie. I reme=

mber the captain told the crew that I smelled awful pretty for a towboat, a=

nd they ought to roll me in the bilge if I was going to ride along and help=

.



I had a mud spattered 4wd Bronco with tape recorders, cameras and camping g=

ear in the back, surf rods and tiki torches tied to the roof rack, and a bu=

mper sticker that said, "Smith and Wesson: The Ultimate in Feminine Protect=

ion".



Single years with no possessions, no commitments and no long term plans wer=

e some of the most interesting years of my life, and will give me something=

to write about when I am old. Nannying and living on the cheap in Paris, a=

n improbable romance in Italy, street musicians in Amsterdam.



In 1989 I came home to Wilmington from an Independence day party with old O=

hio State buddies in Stone Mountain, Georgia -- (I had ridden through downt=

own Atlanta in the bed of a pickup, with a dead pig and a bottle of Jaegerm=

eister, and after the party found three bullet holes in my tent.) The funni=

est guy I knew in NC had just gotten a job offer in Texas, and on a whim, I=

went with him.



We've been married 20 years, now, in the same house in Toledo, Ohio, and ou=

r kids are 16, 14 and 11. It's a grand adventure and I wouldn't trade it fo=

r all the world. But I'm glad I had those years on my own between school an=

d responsible homeownership/parenthood/running on the employment hamster wh=

eel.



My college friend Leslie worked for months at a time on salmon cannery boat=

s in Alaska, living and eating aboard and wading knee deep in fish guts in =

rubber waders.. then she took her big fat paycheck and went to Europe, rode=

Eurail and traveled the youth hostels until the money ran out. And then ba=

ck to the fish to recharge the bank account.



Youth is for adventure, Lili. My advice: go now, while you can. Do whatever=

calls to you. There will be time enough for caution, diaper washing and co=

upon clipping, lawn mowing and snow shoveling. Get after it. It's a big wor=

ld and you only get a hundred years or so, this time around, if you're luck=

y and take care of the equipment.



Yours

Kelly in Ohio



p.s. Keep us posted on where you're thinking of apprenticing! It's probably=

like choosing a workshop: nobody will give you the dirt up front, in publi=

c, but you'll get some private off list warnings if you're headed for a dic=

ey situation. Take it all with a grain of salt and call your own shots. Go =

get 'em, girl.







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going to make a big breakfast and ride my bike to school.

that is all.