momentarily housed abstractions

Fri, 18 Feb 2005 06:40:34 GMT

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Wed, 16 Feb 2005 14:13:13 GMT

Tuesday, February 15th, 2005

To: Human Resources and Security department heads
From:
Thomas E. Speers
3121 E. Sierra St.
Phoenix, AZ 85028
(602) 367-7013

The intention of this letter is to let those whom it concerns know of my interest in being considered for the currently open position of Security Shift Captain.

In considering me for this position, you will inevitably go through two processes of analysis. One: you will consider all reasons why I should be hired for said position. Two: you will consider any hesitations as to why I should not be hired. Thus, I myself will here also look upon those considerations as I perceive them.

Firstly, what are the facts that would lead to any hesitations on your part in hiring me for this position? These facts are simple and few. I have no extensive supervisory experience to speak of. I have no knowledge or experience in regards to the operation of the control room systems. These are the only qualifications for this position that I lack as they are stated on the open position announcement memo.

Now to consider the qualifications that make me a viable candidate for the position of Security Shift Captain, the first being the most obvious. It is of course in the best interest of existing Shift Captains, Security Supervisors, Security Officers, and all other museum employees, as well as museum visitors, to hire for this position a person who would require the least amount of adaptation time and training. Having been a Security Officer at the Phoenix Art Museum for 2 years and 4 months now, I possess already a great deal of knowledge that would take any person not hired from within some substantial amount of time to acquire. I am already familiar with and have established relationships with all museum employees as well as a great number of museum docents and volunteers. I have a pre-existing familiarity with virtually all of the constant flow of various activities happening within the museum, including all of the coming and going of visitors, school tours, special tours, exhibition openings, private events, banquets and parties, press meetings, media visitations and so forth. As to the complex dynamics of human and professional relationships between co-workers within the chain of command, I possess an ideal mixture of the necessary qualities such as having leadership ability as well as a humble peacekeeping nature. Experiences in personal life as well as academic and work-related experiences have developed within me the very useful skills of calm mediation and conflict resolution. I feel nothing but confidence in my possession of the abilities that are needed in a Security Shift Captain to walk head-on into any and all of the situations that I’ve come to expect to encounter in the museum as well as those unexpected circumstances that sometimes occur.

I thank you in advance for your time and consideration.

Thomas E. Speers

Wed, 16 Feb 2005 03:21:37 GMT

Everything removed
has been of course
moved before
and will without
doubt be moved again
as it sits
as it exists
as it rests within
the infinite movement.

There should be no surprise
or wonder as to why
I'm always smiling
when I'm leaving.

Tue, 15 Feb 2005 02:51:01 GMT

ink on paper mounted on foam board

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 16:35:52 GMT

48" x 36"

52" x 29-1/2"

Sun, 13 Feb 2005 03:55:05 GMT

Run out, wringing
grey matter between
your hands like rags
and catch
all these filthy
thoughts of mine
in a bucket and leave it
under the sink with
all the other dangerous things
you'd want to keep
your kids away from.
Sing with the pink
of your lungs
exposed
and spin out of control
knowing you never
had any to begin with
and when you lift
your eyelids like rain boots
with muddy puddles underneath,
close them like you were
crushing dust-bunny dreams.
If it ever stops
raining, please
put my mind in a clean
box and convince me it's been
spotless this whole time.

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 05:08:52 GMT

it is at this point, the mark of one year with no physical intimacy whatsoever, that the yearning for touch becomes almost unrelenting. the hormones kicking into overdrive. but the hopelessness of any possibility of intimacy happening anytime soon is what pervades. fear leaves me too paralyzed to put forth the most miniscule amount of effort, to make the slightest of move, to say so much as a hello.

so i just keep saying to myself, listen, man, you know that happiness is found nowhere externally, not in anyone but you. let go. give up. enough of all this moping and moaning and sighing. then i say, but, but...the human needs human contact, we need the comfort of another sometimes. and i say, no it doesn't, no we don't, look at ascetics, guys living in caves til they die. then i say, well, obviously i'm not in a cave, i'm here, i need another body to be with. and i say, shut up. i'm not listening to you anymore. you're alone. get used to it.

.

anyway.

i was staring at this Monet today and thought... my god. i still sometimes can't believe i get paid to walk around an art museum all day.

and it's amazing how something so simple can be so amazing

..fun with the dictionary.com translator.....

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 01:38:16 GMT

i typed the following sentence into the translator, translated it from english to portugese, then the portugese translation back to english::

dinner exploded in our mouths like blasts of excrutiatingly wondrous lust aching to be devoured again and again.

o jantar explodiu em nossas bocas como explosões do lust excrutiatingly wondrous que aching para devoured repetidas vezes.

the supper blew up in our mouths as explosions of lust excrutiatingly wondrous that aching for devoured repeated times.

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 00:19:19 GMT

Sun, 06 Feb 2005 20:41:18 GMT

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 06:51:45 GMT

...new to me. wierd. very strange. ... to see something that these hands did hanging on a wall amongst things other people's hands did. to stand across the room. to walk by and watch strangers stand in front of it and stare and cock their heads and grin lean in and look at one part of it then look at another part of it and whisper something to their friend and point at it ,the strangers never knowing that the person whose hands made it is standing nearby watching them look.

strange in a good way. in a "yes..this should happen more" kind of way.

of course..no one bought it. and i have to pay the guest artist fee. so i'm out twenty bucks for that. *shrug*

next time i've something in a show ... the price tag will read something like
"i will give you $10 to take this home"

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 15:21:37 GMT

O, the paradox of having absolutely no control and complete control simultaneously...

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:28:25 GMT

.watched this great movie last night called "Brother From Another Planet" about this alien that looks remarkably like a black man except he has three huge toes and his spaceship crashlands in Harlem and he doesn't talk but can fix broken arcade games by touching them and closing his eyes and can heal wounds like E.T. did and sits on park benches and hears the voices of other people who've sat on the same bench .

...

was over at sean's teusday night getting a piece ready for friday. ..for those of you in the phoenix metropolitan area, i'll have definately one (perhaps two-three things) in Holgas Gallery (3rd st/Garfield) this friday. the one that's definite is 12 drawings mounted on a board . and for $181 you can take it home :D (or rather, come back later this month and get it)

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 04:42:32 GMT

"...Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak..."

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 03:53:11 GMT

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 05:21:57 GMT

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 03:40:01 GMT

it seems i have no choice but to accept as a new pastime picking cat hair from my beard

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 03:30:53 GMT

Mon, 31 Jan 2005 19:51:42 GMT

Mon, 31 Jan 2005 01:17:25 GMT

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 01:58:14 GMT

no poem will ever be equal to the silent wordless verses that are continually flowing through the heart-mind. everything is there. everything but letters, concepts. when language disappears from the internal observation of existence as it is here and now, what you've always wanted to say becomes entirely clear. and it becomes clear that you will never be able to say it. there is an untouchable beauty and comfort in that. a sanctuary. a clarity that transcends expression. it only IS. it can only be known, and never told or shown.

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 14:57:37 GMT

Fri, 28 Jan 2005 15:12:02 GMT

sleeps more. eats more. not as playful. tummy getting bigger and tight. ... i think my kitty will be having kitties...

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 16:56:17 GMT

wanting hurts

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 03:31:07 GMT