Crown of Trinkets
Monday, May 21, 2001
Music is bad. Or at least thinking about music is bad. Today I spent all day in a trance thinking about music, music, music (to be precise, Creedence Clearwater Revival of all people), puzzling out why they aren't just a "country-rock" band, remembering the blonde Wisconsin girl singing "Down on the Corner" in absolutely unfunky choir-girl style on the ferry across Lake Michigan this last summer, sipping lemon-balm tea while nodding my head to a faint image of "Effigy", burning the day like so much newspaper, and then:email me: firstname.lastname@example.org
I realized I forgot my bike helmet in the bathroom.
I've never ridden a bike without a helmet for more than a couple blocks before. I did today. It felt weird to have my big poofy power-pop unkempt hair flopping around like the pelt of some unfamiliar animal in the breeze. I wondered what people were thinking of me. I looked up at the heretofore unseen sky through wisps of bangs. I rode gingerly. I arrived home safely but a little stunned.
I need to stop thinking about music. It's weird how addictive my personality can get; if I have access to a computer, it's the Internet; if I'm deprived of any sort of sensory stimulation (e.g. temp job looking through personnel files) I make my own amusement. I wish I could think about something more productive. I really do. But my mind is like water and it settles down into its well-worn course, flowing toward whatever the sea would be in this already unlikely metaphor.
Sunday, May 13, 2001
Oh man, I've been so lazy these days! This sort of sunny weather reminds me of this old (teens/twenties) questionable geography book that I had that put forth the fairly racist theory that "the people of the torrid zones have never had to work for anything; rich bananas and mangoes have always fallen into their laps; and this is why the peoples of the torrid zones have never made any valid contributions to Culture; blah blah blah". I can see the warm-humid-weather-makes-one-lazy part of their argument--but obviously these people have never heard nor felt a wisp of gamelan...email me: email@example.com
So what has happened since April 26? Well, first off, the big news is that I finally finished my comic book _Companion Piece_, 14 pages of vehicular and romantic trauma. It's available through Unread Records or through me.
I just vacuumed my room.
The second thing of note is the debut of the Scorched Earth Orchestra: me, Sean from Minmae, and Sean's housemate Taj. It's an improv-trio thing kind of like Gang Wizard, but with a sort of minimalist space-rock flair instead of that crushing screaming Gang Wizard Sound. We played a show (along with our alter egoes Celesteville and Minmae) at Stumptown Coffee last week. The Celesteville and Minmae shows were a little lackluster (I think I need to stop cracking so many bad jokes and doing more rocking; rocking is sort of like being a T.A. in that respect...) but the SEO show was pretty great. I broke five strings, three of them in the course of the same "song", which, admittedly, was probably ten minutes long.
I'm still working at Emanuel Hospital, which is getting a little old but is still okay; this job seems to have transmuted into a more computer-oriented job wherein I enter Social Security numbers into PeopleSoft all day and see what is up with these employees. I can't say it's a great job but it's comfortable and I can't argue with acres of free cheesecake and cookies and coffee last week (Employee Appreciation week), although I don't believe one could have an acre of coffee. At least not in its liquid or ground form.
Okay, this is making less and less sense. I promise to update this thing more frequently but I've said that before and ever since I started biking to work I haven't been bringing my laptop (to save my back!) but maybe I'll have to.