Hey, I have a phone number now. You should all mail me your numbers, as they all disappeared in the flood. Note, however, that voice is expensive for me, but text is not, so please only call if absolutely necessary.
Also, I'm doing alright. I miss you all, my 505 peeps.
Also, I really don't use livejournal very often any more and I am comfortable with that. Other channels are preferable.
"Heat, Pressure, and Time. The Three Things that make a Diamond, also make a Waffle."
Merry Christmas from the set of Blade Runner. Hope all of my people are safe and warm, wherever in the world you may be tonight. I'm thinking of you.
To clarify, that look I had in my last post was not Anger, it was "Why isn't this thing doing-- oh, look, it's taking a picture."
Also, for the record, I have shaved since then.
Still alive, last I checked.
So, I feel I should update for those of you following along at home. However, as always, it'll be too brief.
Summary of where I am right now: highly inspired, and completely broke. I've become an active participant in NoiseBridge, the local SF hackerspace. Also, this past week I volunteered at Arse Elektronika, being run by a bunch of my friends. It was exceptional and fun and wonderful to see my friends from Austria and Germany.
So, I'm incredibly pleased with how things are going in terms of that sort of thing. I am also completely broke, and having a whole lot of difficulty finding a steady source of significant income. I'm so starving artist right now it's pathetically stereotypical.
But what this post is really here for is to point you all at various other places I update more frequently:
A Drunkard's Prayer
Lord, Grant me the Beer to know what must be done,
the Tequila to be able to do it,
and the Whiskey to numb the pain of having done it afterward.
Also, I had a fantastic idea the other day: I don't have a diet plan yet (at least in salable form), but when I do, I have the name:
That will be all for now.
So, mail getting to me is somewhat random, due to the several vagarities of my living situation. So there's a big envelope that I had sitting on the table for about a week. And somehow, a piece of mail got placed under it... So it wasn't for some time that I discovered another, smaller envelope, containing birthday messages from seemingly the entirety of the 505.
I'm not going to try to thank all of you individually, not least of which because I can't make out half your signatures. But, thank you all so much, everyone who contributed to that. It has totally made my week, and beyond. It's good to be loved, even from thousands of miles away.
As to my local situation, I am pursuing a few job opportunities which I am not at liberty to speak of just yet, but things are promising. I've been doing visuals at DNA for the semimonthly Meat event, which is quite fantastic, but it doesn't actually pay very often. I've also hooked up with the crew doing the vortexual parties, for which I can now put on my resume that I am a "Vortex Engineer". In other words, I'm doing lots of interesting stuff, but little of it is paying actual money yet. Still working on that bit.
Also, moving to a new city is always weird. There is a fellow here named Cole who looks just like Ogre 10 years ago. And there's a fellow who looks like Cole.505 but is named, I think, "Randy". Throws me a bit.
Well, that was a whirlwind 9 days
on the tree on airplanes and in various cities. Unfortunately most of it was work and too little of it was play, but it was still a good and extremely psychologically and emotionally intense time. I'm back on my favorite couch in Mountain view, and about to take a well-deserved nap. Further updates in the future? Hopefully?
In Vegas. Got tapped for a few long hard days of work here. It's so hot that just before dawn I was outside and nearly sweating. Day two to begin in far too few hours. Clearly I'm thinking for twitter.
Coming soon to a 505 near you!
I'm going to be in Abq very very briefly this week. I'm doing visuals for the Pride event this coming weekend, but I'm arranging it so that I'm coming in probably wed night, or thursday afternoon, so I will, in theory, be at KGB this week. I'm leaving again either sunday day or monday evening, not sure on that one yet, and I'm working pretty much all day friday and saturday, so I'm not really going to have time to see really anyone at all, but you should come say hi at club!
I look forward to seeing you all.
hugs and kisses,
Insane, absolutely mad, weekend.
I won't even get into friday, it was complicated enough. But saturday night, we went to see Bassnectar (one of my favorite currently operating bands). And I had known that it was going to be awesome, not only because I love Bassnectar, but that I got to go with binx, between whom and I Bassnectar is somewhat associated with certain phases of our relationship. But I somehow neglected to notice beforehand that it was at the FUCKING FILMORE. So, all of the both symbolic and practical awesomeness, culminating in the place being an integral part of my cultural history. And then there was dancing, all night long. At one point I literally caught one of the opening acts, a highly political hiphop kind of thing (and quite the MC, IMHO), as he fell off the stage. He thanked me, got back on the stage, and said on the mic "Sometimes I need a little help from my brothers to stand". Way to play it, whoever you were.
So yeah dancing all night and then wild walking running and bussing to find the place where we were staying, and then up again at 8 am for Bay To Breakers. Bay To Breakers, for those who don't know (which I suspect is everyone outside the bay area, I had never heard of it before I was informed I was going to it) is... kind of like the strangest marathon race ever. Essentially it says "okay san francisco, dress in the weirdest shit you can possibly find, or nothing if that's what does it for you, form arbitrary teams based around ideas like 'roman legion' or 'tetris pieces', and run, walk, roll, stumble, and drink your way from point A to point B." I'm still trying to decide if my favorite was the people dressed as Pac Man and Ghosts chasing one another around, or the five or so people wearing giant vagina costumes, hoisting a flag that just said "VAGINA".
This town is so wonderfully bizarre sometimes.
The Bay Area is the Land of Milk and Honey, but you have to get the milk out of the animal the hard way, and the bees all have stingers.