January 2006 Archives
A few days back, a friend actually came to visit me -- Vic Cadillaca. We headed out to Royal Oak -- and while I couldn't find my camera in time to document the audio-visual explosion that always accompanies Vic -- I did have my digital voice recorder -- and so we are fortunate enough to have the beginning lines of what is surely the next great hit to sweep the nation:
Really Tall Freaky Girl [mp3] - as performed by Vic Cadillaca
[broken link fixed...oops]
Survived my first Oprah-effect day. Though I had read somewhere earlier in the day that Oprah had chosen a book that has been required reading for most high school students in the past decade as her new "Oprah bookclub book," I didn't register the thought until about 4:55pm eastern time when the phone started ringing like crazy and the hold requests started pouring in.
Next time I'll know.
There are blue swaths stretching across the sky this morning between long, wintery white bands. Below, the earth is flecked with snow, dimpled across revelations of ruddy brown earth. I've tried to reflect that in my wardrobe for the day - even throwing in the dandruff so I wouldn't skip a beat. Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho!
is my brain. This week has been pulling me in polar opposites. Something good. Something bad. Round and Round. I have a strong desire to be confident in my work without getting bored - but I'm living with the nagging fear of doing something extraordinarily wrong and paying the price.
I really think my last job did me in.
Oh. And then there's school. Which started up again this week.
There's still plenty of work left to be done in picking up the smithereens of what used to be a fairly smooth info architecture around here. The archive templates are still lacking life - and the front page of Yezbick.com needs to have the respective archive links take over the sidebar on the name clicks in order for the usability factor to begin to dust itself off and raise its soft chin once again.
But that's just geek talk. Let's talk about nerd stuff.
I got this digital voice recorder for the holidays/birthday from Willishrinx -- and today finally left the house for awhile to grab an adapter.
Scary thing is -- this could lead to some podcasting -- if I felt any urge to do that -- which I don't -- because my speaking voice is almost as annoying as my written word.
Funny thing is -- my voice is still doing the same thing it has been doing for a long time -- makin' itself a fool and pulling others unwittingly into the act. Case in point -- an instance of what the digital voice recorder (which I suppose needs a name, along the lines of derb or blork, something snarfy) picked up during the New Years Eve celebrations: Average White Band's 'Play that Funky Music White Boy' - as performed by the Karaoke Revolution Revelers -- who also could use a name for their collective.
I'm gonna strip this page bare. Black on white. Like it's been the past few months. Empty and lacking attention. But I'll try to throw in a nice little headline maneuver. Who knows. I haven't had the nerve to post anything in a while. I can't say that I've found the need either.
Creativity is sapped. Desire and drive are towards other things -- or from other things. Magnetic resistance.
29 years.
