No newsletter this week, she says as she sends a newsletter this week
chicken wings, hire me pls, time is all happening at once, Mascot Update™
This is a random update from GRIEF AND MEDIA PROJECT because I’m too tired to do my standard This Week in Grief and Media. For more like this, plus a media database, weekly newsletter, essays and podcast, consider becoming a subscriber.
Hi! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Today is National Chicken Wing Day, or something of that variety, so I celebrated accordingly by getting chicken wings from Safeway, eating two, realizing I’m actually gnawing on literal animal carcass, getting grossed out and promptly ceasing the celebration.
I am, what they call ✨burnt out✨, and I’ll be taking a break from this week’s This Week in Grief and Media. Between job searching, job rejections and figuring out the financials of it all, last week was a lottttt. I will be back next week (unless inspiration strikes for an essay this week, which, likely). And I’m unemployed, so if anyone wants to hire me for freelance, part-time or flexible full-time social media roles, I’m unemployed… and awesome *voice of the kid in that one vine*
I can send my resume at a moment’s notice, so lmk. (Also my portfolio is at alexpiscatelli.com!)
Some quick updates:
ICYMI, I had Nina Purewal, author of Let That Sh*t Go, on the podcast last week. She’s amazing, and I loved our conversation. Links to listen are here, or search “GRIEF AND MEDIA” where you get your podcasts.
I’ve been watching Pen15 and omg it’s so good. Why didn’t any of you tell me sooner? Honestly, someone said that Anna reminded them of me, and that’s all it took for me to immediately start watching. (I love consuming anything that has to do with me. How else could I have a newsletter, a podcast, etc etc etc.) I will likely be writing more about the show because it brings up a lot of things I simply have to say!
I start grad school in a month o_O No, I’m so afraid. After panicking last week that I’m making the wrong decision to go to school after the last almost five months of unemployment, it’s feeling more real. I have been contacting every person who went to grad school to pick their brain, so if you’ve gone to grad school and haven’t yet heard from me, your inbox should be very afraid. Talking through things is my therapy. (Nevermind that literally being what therapy is.)
I badly wish my parents were here, and I keep having flashbacks of moments when they were, and they feel weirdly real. It’s like, if I just focus hard enough, I’ll be back in that moment. The most comforting thing I’ve ever heard in my whole entire life is that time is nonlinear, which is what I think people mean when they say everything is happening all at once. Like, yeah, I’m here sitting on my laptop writing this, but also I’m currently in the backseat of my mom’s Mitsubishi while she’s going to the post office, or I’m at In-N-Out with my dad on a Tuesday after school. Everything is happening at once, because time isn’t real. That brings me solace.
And, finally, the Mascot Update™. She’s doing well, but she’s dying to see the new Inside Out movie and is trying to figure out how to work the Amazon Firestick to get it on the TV. She loves sprinting into the closet whenever we open it, despite getting locked in for a few hours when we forgot she was in there. She started a new part-time job of bird watching, and she’s already up for promotion, and she feels as though she’s the only one who gets things done around here. She can’t wait for the snow. (We haven’t broken the news that it doesn’t snow in San Francisco yet.)
That’s all folks!!!! See you next week. :) 💌