Last November Blog -- the Future.

Well, November is nearly over and I look forward to what December will bring. I am obviously hoping for good things, but I'll take everything in stride. I have applied (my third time in almost as many years) for one position with my alma mater (University of Colorado, Boulder), which is my dream job. I just had the greatest experience with the faculty and the majority of people I met there, I cannot recall a downside to my time spent there. I'm hoping it's not a long shot for me to teach there, I realize my artist exhibition record doesn't include prestigious film festivals. Nor does it include a teaching record that involves production, but I was the GA that manned the film cage for my 3 years at Syracuse University, therefore I am intimately familiar with all the production equipment both analog and digital. I know I would make a great assistant professor/cinema artist because I possess the passion and determination to be one at this particular institution. I also believe that I owe this specific community because of how well I was treated and giving back in kind through my knowledge, experience and connections is what I bring to the table. There is nothing left for me in Syracuse. My job is great, though it hasn't been made into a full-time (with benefits) position, that was one point I would take into consideration in staying. It's a great job where I work with wonderful people, no bad experiences whatsoever. I think I have already distanced myself from Syracuse, not because it's necessarily a bad area, more so for the lack of opportunities that exist for me here. I will miss my family and friends and colleagues, but those relationships aren't what ties a person to any particular place. Happiness has eluded me here, friends that regard themselves as friends have little if anything to do with me, and others are under some odd pretense that they are my "friends." My return to the Southwest has lit a fire in me, awakening ideas, and excitement that have long since left me abandoned and alone in Syracuse. I am heading back to the southwest, where is the only question that remains unanswered, Santa Fe would be an ideal place for my uneasy spirit right now as would Boulder. My friends there are actually my friends and not some concept of friendship that exists without contact. My sister and niece, the two most important aspects of my life that aren't physically with me live there, the one most important aspect is man's best friend, my boy Milo. UC-Boulder, I hope you don't do yourself a disservice and ignore my third attempt at coming home to teach simply because my exhibition record is somewhat anemic from "prestigious" film festivals. Consider the big picture.