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Continuing the bizarre preparations one must make (for they do not, sadly, just *appear*) to become an 'adult,' our hero, after killing his beloved (though of late neglected! O Blog, for thou are only missed in retrospect! And only because my three loyal readers mentioned it!) blog, spent yesterday afternoon shopping for the supplies one needs to make one's own business cards.
My god, my Printer is a pain in the ass, though. It's a dumb little thing-- the margin is just off enough or the cards just sized wrongly enough that the cool header keeps creeping up to and over the topmost edge. But God is it aggravating. As such I am contending myself with having the text simply in the middle of the page, with no border or header or footer. Simple, minimalist business cards. Name, occupation (currently listed 'freelance journalist,') and contact information.
And then at night there was dancing with Christina and Laren. Good times, good times.
Heads up to Boston Area flunkies: TV on the Radio at Avalon 2 March, 7 p.m. $16 cover. Who's with me?
(Download their latest album from here)
Also, Christina, the artist I was trying to remember last night? Cecily Brown.
shb
My god, my Printer is a pain in the ass, though. It's a dumb little thing-- the margin is just off enough or the cards just sized wrongly enough that the cool header keeps creeping up to and over the topmost edge. But God is it aggravating. As such I am contending myself with having the text simply in the middle of the page, with no border or header or footer. Simple, minimalist business cards. Name, occupation (currently listed 'freelance journalist,') and contact information.
And then at night there was dancing with Christina and Laren. Good times, good times.
Heads up to Boston Area flunkies: TV on the Radio at Avalon 2 March, 7 p.m. $16 cover. Who's with me?
(Download their latest album from here)
Also, Christina, the artist I was trying to remember last night? Cecily Brown.
shb