back from the dead

Hi. i am aaron. i used to write.

now its march, the first post in a month, the first good post in well over a year, at least, right? so much has happened i dont know where to begin: the good, the bad, the not so bad. oh, and then the great, wherever that may lie. but ill try.

march march march. work is going, going well. finally doing a lot more graphic design and artwok which really rocks. im designing the poster for a jewish festival thatll go all over town, a new marketing packet for the foundation, cell sheets, flyers, our newsletter...im really into the study of how eyes move. literally. i like working on flow, so that whatever piece im working on has the unique ability to really control the focus, gaze, and direction of your eyes.

im doing good here. work is fulfilling, perhaps more emotionally than professionally. it feels good. but its time for me to go, and thus ive decided to leave after this quarter and just head out, east coast, somewhere, new york hopefully. im dying for change. i can feel it in my bones. or australia for some reason. but that ozone layer is gonna destroy my skin, so on second thought, "go where other pale jews are!" so i guess NY is the key. i shall keep you all posted.

what else? the tipping point is a good book. i started making cards. just cards. and i write stuff in them. then i send them out to ppl i love.

im hanging out with my boy now, on this marketing thing...we get along nicely. we see eye to eye on so many things...music, work, life, philosophy. sometimes i feel like im slipping, my friendships disappearing. im fiercely introverted but at the same time love people. isnt that fucked up? or maybe just the antithesis of one another. i grew up in a pack of 4 tight guys...one im friends with, the other is engaged, the other went crazy. it sad. it is. it really is sad sometimes the way some things turn out. sometimes im led to believe, NO, that's the way its supposed to work out, but fuck, i neevr thought it would end like this, a tight circle broken in shambles. or maybe im justt exaggerating, and im the sole guy left on the outskirts.

tomorrow i go to this conference of jewish people. leaders. professional leaders. the PLP conference....they, the foundations and money men of our times, our jewish times, feel it necessary to charge us with leading the jewish people in generations to come. wierd how im part of that, shouldering some of that responsibility, but in some ways, it seems only approriate, and completely logical that id somehow be a part of that group. its honorable. and intimidating...but more exciting that anything else.

be good.