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Monthly Archives: July 2005

pure, absolute, unadulterated brilliance.

Watch out for this guy taking the indie world by storm…

And to think, one of his first media appearances was on our humble little college radio show…

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The LA firm interested in me told me basically but in less commital words that if I were there already, the job would be mine; and to call them when I get there… My contact said he loved my work…

Smart of them, to not start playing me up too much and commiting to anything without actually seeing me. Now I want to go. Just go. But that’s an impluse. I need to plan. I should wallpaper the city from afar with my resume, take say the second or third week of August, suck it up, make the two day Greyhound trip ($250 difference between that and air), and try to go through them like speed dating…

Much planning to be done… And moving… taking my stuff to my parents’ house because my lease is up in six days. I can’t believe I have so much shit. It’s astounding really. I don’t even like stuff. But indeed, I somehow have a whole lot of it.

And the 400 magazine collection is in some ways the worst of it. But I don’t regret that one at all, unlike all the random unidentifiable stuff that somehow gets slung around all our necks to drag from place to place through our lives. So the magazines, “stuffise,” for the money (free) are one of the better pickups I’ve had. That and the Starck chairs I got for $5 each.
Hmm… the Starck chairs I’m not in love with. Now that I think of those, I’m smelling a way to pay for the LA trip…

Wish me luck, there’s always way too much to do…

The word of the day is consequence.

Multiple consequences in multiple situations.
Personal life won’t quiet down.
Paying my dues for the randomness and inattention of the last few months.
This will all quiet down eventually, everything will work out.
I feel okay, like I can deal with all this with few problems.

But it’s not exactly the cleanest business to be in.

Wow, can’t believe it’s been so long since my last missive…

Our internets were down from last Thursday morning. The Cincy Bell tech came to fix the phone lines after Wednesday night’s monsoon and crossed the wires (whatever you do, don’t cross the streams!) until yesterday afternoon. And wouldn’t you know it, I had just worked up to a good post about recent events.

I went through a horrible bout of depression as the Townhouse On Steroids progressed with no end in sight, but lo! last Tuesday the tumblers to that lock finally started falling in place. Not great, but done, dammit! done,done, doney done done! I finally got that albatross from around my neck.

Last Friday, I met a big fish in the small pond of the Cincy music scene at Jacobs… I could tell she wasn’t enjoying herself, so to make it worse, I struck up conversation. We went out again last night… umm… yeah… Wow. This girl is astounding. And – AND she is a hell of a pool player…

But for work, it’s time to get back to The House that Ate Mount Adams. I’ll be lucky if I get through this one alive.