August 24th, 2008


Um, hullo . . .

I seem to have fallen out of the habit of writing in this here bloggy thing. Sorry about that. So, in case anybody out there still gave a damn, here's what I've been up to.

Work is steady and not too aggravating. I've been using the slower stretches to reorganize--and sometimes re-alphabetize, sheesh--the file cabinets of Boss #2. I'll be taking on Boss #1's cabinets next. What the heck I'm going to do with myself once both of those projects are complete, I'm not entirely sure.

I have crossed off another one of my seven New Year's Resolutions as reasonably complete, though, true to form, I'll still be working on the thing. The resolution was "Get the Newbie Page to a point that I can submit it to Linden Lab as an Officially Unofficial Site." I figure having the whole damn thing moved to my own webspace with its own domain name was a good as point as any, so I submitted the link yesterday. Whether or not they'll accept it and link to it from is not actually something I'm worried about--as long as I put it out there, my job is done. And, hey, if my guide was deemed worthy of a college syllabus, then I figure it's ready for prime time.

Anyway. I talk more about that sort of thing on the cyfishy blog, but having a resolved resolution on my list seemed worthy of mention here.

Friday, I felt a need to Get The Heck Out Of The House, so I looked at who was playing and settled on Tiger! Tiger! at the Star Bar. I arrived unfashionably early, but ran into Chris Mills, a local filmmaker who I know from way back when his family went to the Catholic Center at Emory. We caught up briefly and exchanged email addresses. I ended up hanging out long enough to catch the first opening act--a surprisingly entertaining rock band called American Bang--and then bailed when the second act, whose name I can't remember and it's probably for the best that I don't, drove me out of the room. I went out to the car to put away my photo booth strip and suddenly driving home seemed like a grand idea, so I went with it.

Saturday I did the final tweaks on the website and submitted it, as I mentioned. I also did my Saturday errands (check mailbox, Indian eyebrow torture, the usual), took a long, sticky nap (I needed it) and dumped chemicals on my hair so it's now a darker reddish brown. I then decided to go down to Cabbagetown to check out some art thing happening in the tiny park area on Carroll Street. It's an odd little vacant grassy space between houses with a brick path, some stone benches and a tree in the center that looks like it should have fairies inhabiting the hollow spaces in its trunk. Some plug in lights had been added to those spaces that night, which enhanced the notion. A guy named John Dirga had put together an evening of artsy musical performances and I sat, had a beer, listened and made friends with a gorgeous white dog named Kaya. John actually remembered me from all the ages ago that we'd met at Dottie's (when it was still Dottie's) and I'd dumped a beer on him and nearly gotten my purse stolen.

I stayed there until about 8:30 and then moved on to the EARL for a not-quite-Vortex-quality-but-pretty-damn-close burger and tater tots. In the music room, an event known as Fringe Factory was going on. I'd gone to one of their shindigs earlier at the Highland Ballroom and it's apparently an ongoing thing. This time, they featured a screening of an endearingly cheesy Sixties Youth Gone Wild flick called Riot on the Sunset Strip which had everything (Rock Music! Wayward Youth! Groovy Slang! Interpretive Dance Acid Trip Scene!) except maybe a guy and two robots in the corner. There were a lot of cackles of laughter throughout the film--most of them probably being mine, since I'm all about cheesy film entertainment.

Sunday was lots of sleep. Lots and lots of sleep. And, um, blogging.

My younger brother, Patrick, turned me on to Pandora (he has an app for it on his iPhone) and I used it to create a lovely little jazz station for listening to at work by telling it I liked Count Basie and letting it roll from there. Creating a pop music station for home has been a little trickier. I went ahead and started with Duran Duran, it handed me some INXS as the second track, I clicked "I Like It" to encourage such thinking and Pandora promptly brightened and went "Oh! I get it! You like The Eighties, right?" Sigh. I've had to make use of the "I Don't Like It" button to weed out the things I'm not so fond of. I tried adding The Beatles to the mix to see if that would expand things a bit, but Pandora apparently translates that as "Sixties music" so I'm getting a bunch of that in the mix as well, to some equally mixed effect. It is satisfying to press the "I Don't Like It" button and making the songs I don't like so much go away, though. And since it's my own damn radio station, I can tell Pandora that, you know what, I don't actually like "Ruby Tuesday" by The Rolling Stones all that much, and Pandora apologizes by giving me some Depeche Mode to make it up to me. I'll see if I can train it a little better with more effort. As for the Count Basie station, I did a few "I Like It" presses to nudge it in a big band sort of direction (I don't want to scare the clients with some free jazz squonking when they come in for an appointment) and I've pretty much left it alone ever since. It's been marvy.

So that's it up to this weekend. I'll try to keep up a little better than I've been.

Today I took pleasure in rice milk decaf chai.

Today I learned British tourists have a reputation in Europe for getting ridiculously drunk and unruly when they're on holiday. No, really, there was a New York Times article about it.
  • Current Music
    Duran Duran, "Salt In The Rainbow"