Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Summer Reading Goal Update
Tuesday July 27 to Tuesday August 3:
Hours of Television: 0
Books: 0
Wednesday August 4 to Wednesday August 11:
Hours of Television: 0
Books: 1 (Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, by Mary Roach)
Thursday August 12 to Thursday August 18:
Hours of Television: 0
Books: 0
Busy. Again with the busy. But I watched a little TV last night (Polevaulting! Deadwood! Everything Eats Walruses!), so I'll have to finish off the book I'm on in a hurry and get another one down before the week is out.
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12:50:05 AM,Monday 23 August 2004
(Yeah, I was curious to see if anyone ever called a chick a frail outside of "Minnie the Moocher". Looks like Cab checks out ok. Not that he checks out "oke", now. Far as I know, that particular bastard coinage never did catch on, and thank all that's prosodical for it.)
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12:45:09 AM,Monday 23 August 2004
I'm not in a panic, but I'm a little, uh, trepidatious. I've got a week left to find a room. It won't be the end of the world if I can't; I've got a couple places to stay for a little while if I have to, and there's still always the youth hostel. But if September 1st goes by, and I'm out on the curb with my sea bag, it means two scary things. First, that I missed the primary deadline by which most places are going to be rented, and second, that I've underestimated the difficulty of all this. It's different with a job; if I know I've got a month to search before my money runs out (maybe more, if I'm stingy, depending on what kind of rent I'll be paying), I can hit the more ambitious avenues with resumes and, while I wait for them to work themselves out, get by on day labor and temp jobs and grunt work. I can always find some sort of paying gig. So I know good jobs are practically impossible to find. That's all right. I can bide my time. Places shouldn't be that bad, though, should they? I mean, I've got cash in hand. I've got references. I'm a decent sort. I've sent out scads and scads of emails. I've met with about a dozen people. There are a couple more in the hopper. I'm waiting to hear from three, to see if they want me. If they all say no, and the ones I'm meeting later this week say no, and I'm high and dry on the 30th... well, I'll just have to redouble my efforts, I guess. I don't think (as far as I can tell) that it's a matter of any of 'em finding anything wrong with me; just that they're swarming with desperate applicants, and they have to turn down all but one. I haven't made the cut yet. But I've got a week. Eep. Ok. Well, we'll see.
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12:06:52 AM,Monday 23 August 2004
Me and K. at the SJC Alumni picnic last weekend. She's got the look down, don't she? (`;
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06:03:37 PM,Saturday 21 August 2004
Man, what a kickass day. And it ain't even over yet. Started out with latkes in bed. Latkes in bed! Then I got a job -- minimum wage for two weeks, starting on the 30th, but it's in a bookstore! The famous Shakespeare & Co.! (not to be confused with the ones in Paris and Missoula; they're all mutually unaffiliated.) And another offer for a possible part time job which looks to be mighty interesting, providing I end up in Brooklyn (which I very well may). I've got five new prospective roommates to meet this weekend, and I'm having dinner with my girl tonight, and damn damn damn. Just... woo!
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04:23:40 PM,Friday 20 August 2004
My blog is dull. My life is not.
I see my girl -- it's pretty damn exciting. But anything I might want to say about it would probably get me in trouble. Well, I mean, I suppose I could say a few things. We're going to the piano bar tonight. We found ourselves quite unable to watch Vacuuming Completely Nude in Paradise the other night. That sort of thing. But it lacks the vibrancy of its real self, you understand.
I go about the city -- also pretty damn exciting. But what can I tell you about it? I meet people, I look at their rooms, they call me back a few days later with a, "Sorry. You were swell, but it went to someone else", I troll Craigslist a little more, and I repeat the process. Meanwhile, I breathe city air and do my city boogie, but I don't have a clever enough eye to capture it in bloggable fashion. Maybe once I've settled down a little. I mean, hm. My New York State Voter's Registration Packet came today. I'm thinking of voting in the New York election rather than the Montana one, because even though I know New York hardly needs my vote, Montana isn't likely to appreciate it, and it only has a lousy three electoral votes anyway. Plus if I'm going to prove that I've been a resident New Yorker since I got here when (if) I apply to colleges next year, I doubt they'd believe me if I voted absentee in a state I was to have cut all ties from. So. Gotta find me a DMV and... look, I told you this wouldn't be exciting.
What else? I got a book of Handel recorder sonatas and a $4 recorder in case none of my resumes get answered and I have to go busking. I've been eating lots of couscous with Rogan Josh sauce. I'm just happy. I'm just happy. And my life is rich and full and unbloggable for the moment. But that's how it's gonna have to be.
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07:52:09 PM,Thursday 19 August 2004
The trouble is, investigating and accumulating prospective addresses to send your resume to is just as time-consuming, but much less onerous, than writing up cover letters to send to the places you already know about. So by the time you put in a few good hours heaping up the stack, it's intimidatingly massive, and the ones on the bottom are in danger of expiring. And you'd much rather go out looking for new, fresh, tasty jobs than root around in that mess you scoped out three days ago... but I do see the snag here, I do. Glrrgh. Just a couple more record label searches, and then I'll actually jump to it, I swear.
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07:38:42 PM,Wednesday 18 August 2004
So slick. I've got this thing on my shiny new phone where I get 100 text messages for the price of 30. And now y'all can send me 'em via email -- NEPOMUK@vtext.com. Not quite flying cars, but it's a start.
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06:40:51 PM,Tuesday 17 August 2004
I don't really know why, but I just started singing this in the shower just now. I couldn't remember all the words, but the tune is wonderful, and I love the sound of Sanskrit. It had been a while.
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07:18:44 PM,Monday 16 August 2004
People in books are always falling in love with arrogance. (With arrogants? If you can say innocents, why not arrogants? Doesn't sound quite right, though, does it?) I don't fall in love with arrogance. Never have.
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06:32:08 PM,Monday 16 August 2004
So far today:
Room inquiries sent -- 13
Resumes sent - 6
Resumes left to send -- 13
Nice and symmetrical. Ok. So far so good. Slog slog slog.
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03:48:51 PM,Monday 16 August 2004
Sitting in the computer lab, four a.m before the final paper is due, cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner, and seeing the rest of the class there too..._
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12:48:57 PM,Monday 16 August 2004
I just felt a sudden sharp pain in my eye. It faded instantly, and I don't feel anything now. No idea what it was. But, um... if I suddenly stop noting the good in things, and see only waste and worthlessness everywhere, sing until I burst into tears, ok?
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01:16:42 AM,Monday 16 August 2004
Wait a second. Cous cous is tastier than ramen, just as quick to make, and, if I ain't been misinformed, a damn sight healthier. It works out to about 33 cents a serving, too. So why isn't it the college/bachelor staple food instead?
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09:22:26 PM,Sunday 15 August 2004
This picture of me and my brothers in Santa Fe 2002 makes me pretty damn happy.
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11:19:02 AM,Sunday 15 August 2004
Olitory, a. Of or pertaining to, or produced in, a kitchen garden; used for kitchen purposes; as, olitory seeds.
Pipistrel, n. A small European bat (Vesperugo pipistrellus); called also flittermouse.
Plethysmograph, n. An instrument for determining and registering the variations in the size or volume of a limb, as the arm or leg, and hence the variations in the amount of blood in the limb.
I need to play the Dictionary Game again, and soon. Damnit.
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01:36:24 AM,Saturday 14 August 2004
Doesn't "matte finish photo-age protection" sound like something that belongs in a developing bath? Nope, apparently it's a sort of fancy-ass sunscreen. Women's toiletries never cease to baffle me.
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12:03:24 AM,Saturday 14 August 2004
I just had a hell of a good time with the excellent Porter. Walked through the park in the rain, ate rich Viennese food, saw gaunt Viennese paintings, and listened to fine sproingy jazz. Oh, and I had a cigar. I always wanted to be the type of dame who smoked cigars and -- damn. I guess I am. Plus, I bought a lovely sleek black umbrella, and got a "homeboy discount" to boot. W00t. Also talked a lot, which is GLORIOUS. I'm really digging face-to-face conversation after so much silence and hermitude. Online talk's always a good stopgap, but... it's just... there's no comparison.
Last night, K. and I had dinner with the excessively eminent Derek Alexander, and that was kickass, too. Talked about Job and St. John's and Aristotle and asshats and the city and all manner of things. Then a piano bar, where I felt sloppily sentimental for Bigfork but was having too much fun bawling out "Maybe This Time" and "Me and Bobby McGee" to let it get to me. I know long fascinating intellectual essay blogs are better than recounting-the-day blogs, but at least things are happening in my life lately, the way they haven't for the last year and a half. And I figure it's something of an upgrade from the random-brain-burble blog it's been up 'til now. Tomorrow -- Johnny alumni picnic!
I didn't expect to have this much fun yet. What I've got to do is stop socializing and being hysterically happy and start sending out scads and scads and scads of resumes. I've also been meeting prospective roommates, which is good and sensible, but... well, I dunno. If I get a cheap enough room, I should be able to ride out another month without a job (thank ghu for credit cards), but, on the other hand, if I actually make a bit of money or get some sort of reliable engagement before then, I'll have a better idea about what sort of place I can reasonably afford, and won't have to go poking around for the share-a-living-room deals. Regardless, I've got to get on both of them or I'll never forgive myself if my time comes up and my ass is hanging out. Hustle, hustle, hustle. But yeeeee!
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11:54:34 PM,Friday 13 August 2004
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12:24:33 PM,Wednesday 11 August 2004
Life burbles along in the pleasantest possible way. A little unsteady, but well defended.
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02:36:00 AM,Wednesday 11 August 2004
