Nothing makes me procrastinate like opening the file labeled "resume text." Nothing. I've checked my email about 429 times, seen the same post come up on the top of my LJ feed, started cleaning out various mailboxes, debated reorganizing all my folders, thought about a couple of blog posts I haven't started writing because of that bubbling feeling ( Read more... )

Maybe it's the weather; maybe it's the thousands of words I just need to write; maybe it's something magical that only happens every so often. Whatever it is, this new Horse Feathers album, Thistled Spring, is casting a spell on me. It results in goosebumps and an awareness of the way the rain outside comes and goes against the tiny window. It ( Read more... )

This is one of those entries that I'm writing because I'm not writing 23 other things. I didn't count. It's an estimate. I'm juggling records to write about for next week and stewing over SXSW posts in the shower. (Who doesn't do their best thinking in the shower? And who manages to retain those thoughts once dry? Please, tell me your secrets ( Read more... )

Oh, things. Things and time. Plenty of the first, I suppose, though often the ones I don't need, and never enough of the latter.

I went to the movies tonight. A week-early (public) sneak screening of Whip It, complete with free t-shirt. I asked my roller derby-playing friend A. to come with me; I've never forgiven myself fully for not joining when ( Read more... )