Crescenta Valley, Berkeley, NELA, Mexico City, San Fernando Valley, and now Inglewood

The above is a screenshot from my unofficial csun transcript. I guess I really jumped through all the hoops; well enough, even, to demand that the words Cum Laude appear there. If I go through another year of classes and student teaching then I will be able to look for work as a credentialed music teacher in the state of California. I hear it's a shitty time to look for that kind of work, though, and even if that wasn't the case I'm not exactly jumping up and down about the idea of working for a SCHOOL and dealing with PARENTS and BUREAUCRACY.

I more or less checked out of the music teacher life-path about six months ago. I'm not sure why. It didn't feel like a choice. One semester of pain just to finish what I started, a few weeks on the road working and partying, and now for the time being I'm living in the Casa de Angelopes, aka Funderland: a warehouse in Inglewood filled with everything you'd need to build a bike or a bedroom, paint a picture or record an album. It's also filled with people and pretty much lacking in privacy. I've always had my own room or my own dwelling, so its an interesting change. I'm spending a lot of time doing a lot of things. I can be more or less constantly productive here. When I'm tired of working on my own projects I can help people with theirs, or clean up the constantly evolving mess or make food or whatever, etc., amen. One foot in front of the other, the party never ends.