*A Gurgly cheer for my latest success
It seems the weekend was only the beginning of what is unfolding to be a very productive and surprisingly fulfilling week. This looks like it's going to be list-y, so I'll be injudiciously highlighting what I consider to be the main idea to guide you through:
!. Although I had to work on Saturday, I got to swap snarky witticisms over brunch with Keith and special guest Laura, who promised to burn me some supplemental (maybe even fundamental} Mr. Bungle. Ach! after discovering my copy of Disco Volante MISSING from my paint cart, it salved the wound (I'm craving a listen for Techno Allah, the song Laura mentioned hearing drifting out of a neighboring frat window, and incidentally stimulating my realization of its disappearance.)
@. Home from work meant music--although I missed most of the events of Shack-a-thon and Art Plethora, I was just in time to hear Keith and Sandi with their experimental music project PyroclasticFlow [the ground-hugging avalanche of music and molten lava that comes streaming out of a volcano--it's even fun to say). After that came the Heavy Metal Ensemble performance, also with Sandi, which introduced not only some of their favorite covers, but a chunk of Faith No More (thanks for the Tool), and some heckling and dorky dancing with Laura.
#. Sunday was simply lazy--Beaners, dinner at Keith's and an episode of Miss Marple with the fam turned into a viewing of The Fiddler on the Roof. I'm ashamed to say I'd never seen the entire bit, although I've sung the songs in the shower and hummed them under my breath at times when angry [isn't this, in a way, the Lawrence difference? taking what little you know and making it sound like a lot?]. I'd like to think of Sunday as the mandatory laziness which eventually brings on the high energy ok-I've-got-to-work-now neurosis.
$. Yet again, I've managed to somehow snag a second unlikely job. I've been wanting to work somewhere either convenient or cool--while sacrificing one for the other would have been do-able, having both seems inconceivable. Since leaving Deck the WAlls my freshman year (ugh, mall framing), I've missed doing something I've always considered myself good at doing. But when I dropped in at Foxley's Framing Gallery (by Tastee Bakery on the end of the downtown strip), I had little hopes that they would need anyone for the summer. The woman working there [who turned out to be the owner's wife] confirmed my suspicion but invited me to leave my name and number any way. "eh, well--they probably wouldn't have much to offer in pay or hours anyway", I decided I would apply for the p/t framing job at Ben Franklin. The next morning I got a call from the owner's wife, who wanted to know would I like to come in and visit with her husband. Yesterday I called back to schedule an interview and he pretty much hired me over the phone, inviting me over to show me the shop and go over the hours they need me to work.
I'll get to work 10-5 three days a week, and one Saturday a month--which is good for the Wire WHisk, plus a rather decent wage. It looks like New York might not be entirely out of the question for this summer after all..
!. Although I had to work on Saturday, I got to swap snarky witticisms over brunch with Keith and special guest Laura, who promised to burn me some supplemental (maybe even fundamental} Mr. Bungle. Ach! after discovering my copy of Disco Volante MISSING from my paint cart, it salved the wound (I'm craving a listen for Techno Allah, the song Laura mentioned hearing drifting out of a neighboring frat window, and incidentally stimulating my realization of its disappearance.)
@. Home from work meant music--although I missed most of the events of Shack-a-thon and Art Plethora, I was just in time to hear Keith and Sandi with their experimental music project PyroclasticFlow [the ground-hugging avalanche of music and molten lava that comes streaming out of a volcano--it's even fun to say). After that came the Heavy Metal Ensemble performance, also with Sandi, which introduced not only some of their favorite covers, but a chunk of Faith No More (thanks for the Tool), and some heckling and dorky dancing with Laura.
#. Sunday was simply lazy--Beaners, dinner at Keith's and an episode of Miss Marple with the fam turned into a viewing of The Fiddler on the Roof. I'm ashamed to say I'd never seen the entire bit, although I've sung the songs in the shower and hummed them under my breath at times when angry [isn't this, in a way, the Lawrence difference? taking what little you know and making it sound like a lot?]. I'd like to think of Sunday as the mandatory laziness which eventually brings on the high energy ok-I've-got-to-work-now neurosis.
$. Yet again, I've managed to somehow snag a second unlikely job. I've been wanting to work somewhere either convenient or cool--while sacrificing one for the other would have been do-able, having both seems inconceivable. Since leaving Deck the WAlls my freshman year (ugh, mall framing), I've missed doing something I've always considered myself good at doing. But when I dropped in at Foxley's Framing Gallery (by Tastee Bakery on the end of the downtown strip), I had little hopes that they would need anyone for the summer. The woman working there [who turned out to be the owner's wife] confirmed my suspicion but invited me to leave my name and number any way. "eh, well--they probably wouldn't have much to offer in pay or hours anyway", I decided I would apply for the p/t framing job at Ben Franklin. The next morning I got a call from the owner's wife, who wanted to know would I like to come in and visit with her husband. Yesterday I called back to schedule an interview and he pretty much hired me over the phone, inviting me over to show me the shop and go over the hours they need me to work.
I'll get to work 10-5 three days a week, and one Saturday a month--which is good for the Wire WHisk, plus a rather decent wage. It looks like New York might not be entirely out of the question for this summer after all..