New York is really a great place to live. While I was walking home the other day, I stumbled across this tiny garden sandwiched between two brownstones on the Upper West Side, enclosed by a wrought-iron gate. It was dusk, and there seemed to be some kind of party going on inside. I poked my head in and saw a large screen set off by hanging lights. There were chairs and benches forming a semi-circle facing the screen. It was an impromptu outdoor movie, organized by some of the tenants in the neighboring buildings. They invited me to join them. I couldn’t resist. They soon set me up with a comfy seat and a lollipop. The movie playing was The Artist – a film I’d heard of, but somehow missed, when it came out back in 2001.
I didn’t expect to be moved so much by an almost entirely silent film! It was beautiful. In the movie, one of the main characters falls into an almost fatal funk when his employable skills are no longer relevant to his industry. How did he not see it coming? Why wouldn’t he change? I can’t afford to be so naive, and I have a feeling the adjunct lifestyle is not going to suit me forever. This semester I’m teaching 9-classes, which is the most I’ve ever done. I’m also taking two graduate and one undergraduate course. I just want to be prepared, so that no matter what happens in the economy or the job market I will still be able to find work.
“Let your hook always be cast. In the pool where you least expect it there will be a fish.” – Ovid