I'm applying for another one of those "too good to be true" jobs. The last one I got hired for was a research/blog position for a marketing firm, writing stuff like this every month. It's a ridiculous assignment, and I am continually amazed to find a big ol' check in my mailbox every month as a result of a few hundred words worth of babble.

From what I can tell, I'd be producing similar content for this new job... except it's a full time position paying $3000 a month. Currently, in a good month, I make $500. I don't know what I would do with $3000. I COULD FLY TO INDIA WITH THE SAVINGS FROM TWO MONTHS OF WORK AND WHEN I SAY "SAVING" WHAT I MEAN IS CONTINUING TO LIVE LIFE AS NORMAL EXCEPT ALSO SPENDING A LOT OF FREE TIME BATHING IN MONEY.

I'm pretty excited about this opportunity.

Additionally, I have a question for y'all:

1) I am going to be moving out of Fishmarket in late December. My current best living option would be moving in with a lot of girls in a sweet old house. I know many of the girls and I believe we get along okay. However, I've never really lived with girls plural before. Currently we have one female roommate, and when we first moved in to Fishmarket we had one female roommate. But, for some reason, I have a feeling that living in an All Girl house might be different. What do you think internet? Is it different? (also, I would like to hear from girls who have lived in an All Boy house).

2) There's a new hostess at my restaurant. She's pretty, she just graduated in May with a degree in photography, she's a little flirty. (Have you ever met someone and been pretty sure you were going to sleep with them? I'm pretty sure she got that impression when she met me. Which is what I mean by flirty. I mean it's like one of those complicated time riddles - how do you flirt with someone you've already slept with IN THE FUTURE???) Anyway, she says we should get together and geek out about photography some time. Assuming that her offer will either lead to me embarrassing myself by propositioning her OR the two of us happily sleeping together... should we hang out? Or should we stay "professional?"

From their press kit:

Spy For Hire
Speak In Numbers
January 2008

In a musical world dominated by American Idol and pre-packaged musical acts; Spy for Hire emerges as a reality check to the industry.  Remember back before music was safe and prepackaged?  Shouldn't music have a sense of revolution?

"I hear the songs in melodies and then the appropriate words find their home into the song" explains Rulon when questioned about song writing and inspirations...

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Musicians: stop including pictures of yourself in press releases.  Stop letting your younger brother who's majoring in Creative Writing at Columbus State University write your press releases (there are at least three typos in that excerpt). 

Initial submissions to a music magazine should be: your album, the album art, production info and release date, and possibly a note thanking the editor for listening to your stuff.  If you're spending more than the cost of postage on your album submissions, you're wasting money.

I wouldn't be posting so much, but I've got all these papers I'm working on. Which means I spend more time doing everything else in life than writing the papers. Since break began on Wednesday, I've cleaned my apartment (including scrubbing tile and shower), applied for a replacement for my camera, installed (then, earlier this afternoon uninstalled) Litestep, read another 60 pages of Gravity's Rainbow (not a book, actually an advanced form of tarot), walked 13 miles (my normal loop around the neighborhood is 1 mile), had Thanksgiving dinner with the family, and ate half a pie.


And about the family:

My aunt's been packing away the turkey these last two days. At dinner, while my parents and I put just a few pieces more than reasonable on our plates, she piled that fucker down. I think her plate may have been taller than it was wide. We're almost out of leftovers for a turkey which was originally supposed to feed 7. The Aunt was taking a nap this afternoon, and my Mom pokes into the study I've colonized, and says, "you better hurry if you want any turkey. [The Aunt]'s just woken up."

It's pretty fucking awesome.

I think, next year, they might just cook an extra turkey and leave it tied to a stake at the front porch, hoping to sate The Aunt's terrible hunger.

I have stumbled upon tickets to see Sunset Rubdown this Saturday evening.

Jeremy pointed out that I didn't seem to care for school anymore.  I guess he's right.  Sitting in a classroom to learn seems like such an inconvenience.  Now, when I want to know about something, I go to the library and surround myself with books for a few hours.

Ask me about Bashu cosmology.

The weekend is getting to be very busy.  Saturday is gone, and Friday is a bbq/Oktoberfest, and I think I'm studying with Allison Sunday morning, and then maybe frantically writing Sunday afternoon.

The train to school everymorning follows a non-commuter railway.  I occasionally see people walking along it, and I want to be one of those people some day.  But it's gonna have to wait for at least next weekend.

I was walking around the block an hour ago, and I passed a construction worker holding an arc welder.  He was singing "I'm not here for your entertainment".  In falsetto.

Personally, I'm singing "how do you arrange a room... around a baby grand piano?"