Where You Been?

(The only graphic of an injured shoulder
I could find that did not involve a muscular, shirtless dude. )

A'ight. I'm back. I generally don't write about personal stuff here (with the notable exception of my damn dog) but maybe I should have given you a heads up that I was moving in March. As a result there's been much less original content lately than some of you are used to from me. So many blogs just fade away and I didn't mean to give you the impression that I'm going to just wander off and leave VS the POMEGRANATE hanging: I am not going anywhere. It took me all month long and I jacked up my shoulder pretty bad in the process. Right now I smell like a giant candy cane because I am coated in a light frosting of IcyHot. It's funny, I never think about my shoulders, they are just there filling out the corners of my suit. But it turns out you need your shoulder to do like, everything. Who knew? I seem to be healing and I look forward to putting on a shirt without grimacing some time soon.

In any case my move is done.

Moving is very strange. Physically it was grueling, but in many ways it was more difficult emotionally. I lived in that place for almost nine years. I could walk though it in the dark and not bump into anything. Over the years I repainted it twice, laid new tile floors in the kitchen and bathroom and replaced all the doorknobs, switch-plates and outlets. But I just couldn't afford it anymore. Most of the stuff I read about the economy is theoretical... but this is my day-to-day reality: I have two advanced degrees from a prestigious university, I've presented my work internationally, had significant publications, taught almost a dozen University classes and I have had some tangible successes as an artist and I still can't find a job.

I don't know what else to say about that.

More soon.