dough tea
right now i'm running a metric milestone report of my titles in ips. then i can check it for incorrect dates and inaccurate information. this report has taken the place of the now dead schedule report that i loved so dearly, and kept its legal-sized sheets binder-clipped in a wire basket in my old cubicle. and believe you me, that schedule report popped up a lot quicker than this milestone shit.
i keep trying to write about something that's been on my mind the past few days or so and i keep erasing what i type. i suppose what i want to say is that sometimes you realize some pretty ugly things about yourself when you least expect it....i don't really want to go into it in this sort of a forum -- it is more the stuff for lined pages of leather journals tucked into desk drawers -- but it's also something i can't quite get out of my head. when a very good, close friend calls you crying, so much so that you can't even really understand what is being said, it gives you pause, nudges you to get out the magnifying glass and take a long, long look at yourself and see some things that maybe you should've changed a long time ago.
i'm working on the first-and-a-half draft of a new short story, a medium i haven't successfully visited in at least two years. i've written the bulk of it (maybe 80%) in longhand and now i'm starting to feed it through the typewriter. there's something satisfying in the steady clackity-click of that old fellow's keys. a chapter of a new novel now done. matt and i are separately outlining the same screenplay. we've agreed on 3-4 key events that need to be in both and we'll take it from there.
the mike doughty show is tomorrow night. the new album is okay. i saw him in louisville or lexington a few months ago and enjoyed it, as we were close to the stage and it was acoustic. not sure if i'll like the full band arrangement.
speaking of bands, i've been playing with some people at church. i still struggle with this on a moral level: i don't have much stock in the music, i'm merely playing to play. everyone else i know has a band or little time and i desperately want to play music. if this is the way i can get some experience, so be it. i've even been encouraged to write my parts (one of which i may try tonight). i look at it as being a studio musician: if t. rex asked me to sit in and play "bang the gong (get it on)" i'd probably fucking do it even though it's not a good song.
i'm turning into a yard nerd. i bought a lawnmower and an electric trimmer last week. when it warms up and i find some time this week, you best believe i'm cutting some grass.
i'm on a moody blues kick lately. they're playing in june at the new "national city pavilion" which is probably just a new riverbend, but in photos it looks more like a dirt pier. i'll probably go to the moody blues show even though it will be predictable and tame, but it's been ten years since last i've seen them and i'd like to once more before they call it quits.
now i'm going home.
i keep trying to write about something that's been on my mind the past few days or so and i keep erasing what i type. i suppose what i want to say is that sometimes you realize some pretty ugly things about yourself when you least expect it....i don't really want to go into it in this sort of a forum -- it is more the stuff for lined pages of leather journals tucked into desk drawers -- but it's also something i can't quite get out of my head. when a very good, close friend calls you crying, so much so that you can't even really understand what is being said, it gives you pause, nudges you to get out the magnifying glass and take a long, long look at yourself and see some things that maybe you should've changed a long time ago.
i'm working on the first-and-a-half draft of a new short story, a medium i haven't successfully visited in at least two years. i've written the bulk of it (maybe 80%) in longhand and now i'm starting to feed it through the typewriter. there's something satisfying in the steady clackity-click of that old fellow's keys. a chapter of a new novel now done. matt and i are separately outlining the same screenplay. we've agreed on 3-4 key events that need to be in both and we'll take it from there.
the mike doughty show is tomorrow night. the new album is okay. i saw him in louisville or lexington a few months ago and enjoyed it, as we were close to the stage and it was acoustic. not sure if i'll like the full band arrangement.
speaking of bands, i've been playing with some people at church. i still struggle with this on a moral level: i don't have much stock in the music, i'm merely playing to play. everyone else i know has a band or little time and i desperately want to play music. if this is the way i can get some experience, so be it. i've even been encouraged to write my parts (one of which i may try tonight). i look at it as being a studio musician: if t. rex asked me to sit in and play "bang the gong (get it on)" i'd probably fucking do it even though it's not a good song.
i'm turning into a yard nerd. i bought a lawnmower and an electric trimmer last week. when it warms up and i find some time this week, you best believe i'm cutting some grass.
i'm on a moody blues kick lately. they're playing in june at the new "national city pavilion" which is probably just a new riverbend, but in photos it looks more like a dirt pier. i'll probably go to the moody blues show even though it will be predictable and tame, but it's been ten years since last i've seen them and i'd like to once more before they call it quits.
now i'm going home.