October 1st, 2003
I'm still tired from yesterday, which I spent kayaking (!) and playing guitar and generally hanging-out with rhysara in NH. But I'm tired in a pleasant way, as I'd expect to be after such a long and enjoyable day: it's "I did a lot" tired, which is much more satisfying than "I did nothing" tired. I'm glad I was willing to try kayaking, which is a little outside my usual range of diversions: it's great fun, and I can see how people get hooked on it. (For you non-believers, there is, in fact, photographic evidence of me kayaking. Well, okay, of me kayaking badly, if we're gonna be frank. But I haven't got the pictures yet.)
And that's not all the good karma, either: a headhunter — steered my way by a friend/former co-worker — wants me to call her about a job in Waltham. I don't know if I'm entirely qualified for the position (it's got Oracle stuff, some of which I'm rusty on and some of which I never knew in the first place), but it sounds like something I'd actually enjoy. And commuting to my own town would be pretty bearable, I think. Hope I don't screw this up...
And this evening, I'm going guitar-shopping (in a purely advisory role) with solipsistnation. Purely advisory, mind you: there's no question of my buying another guitar just because I'm going along to stores that sell guitars. (I do not need to buy a Telecaster. I do not need to buy a Telecaster. I do not need to buy a Tele-... but Robyn Hitchcock plays one! Oooh!)
|Date:||October 1st, 2003 04:03 pm (UTC)|| |
Kayaking rules. I went while I was in the Bahamas, even. We kayaked through the red mangrove trees. Different, but still interesting. Now if only I hadn't been following people who preferred to get tangled amongst the root system of the mangroves...
|Date:||October 1st, 2003 04:21 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh, Doug... the mention of Robyn Hitchcock reminded me...
I was in the Harvard Square Pizzeria Uno the other day, and (passing through the bar on the way to the restroom) realized that the PA was playing music that I recognized, but could not immediately place. I eventually remembered... "(I Want to Be an) Anglepoise Lamp" by the Soft Boys. I was weirded out (-not- a song I expect to hear in a bar, that), and thought of you. :)
*snrk* -- I wouldn't have expected to hear that in a public place (or many private places), either. How very strange...
|Date:||October 1st, 2003 05:54 pm (UTC)|| |
Gah! Our server is currently down (not that this should surprise me), pictures forthcoming as soon as it comes back online...
|Date:||October 1st, 2003 06:14 pm (UTC)|| |
|(Link)|Purely advisory, mind you: there's no question of my buying another guitar just because I'm going along to stores that sell guitars.
*snork* I will believe this when I see it.
Odds that you go home with another guitar and solipsistnation
O Ye of Little Faith!
(but, uh, also Ye of Keen Powers of Observation, damnit) :-)
|Date:||October 1st, 2003 06:35 pm (UTC)|| |
See the thing is, I know how you operate ;) You'll go guitar shopping in a "purely advisory" capacity tonight, and then over the next couple months some sweet little thing you fondled today will have marinated herself firmly into your consciousness and you find yourself longing for her again... the weight of her body in your hands, the smoothness of her finish, the way her pickups affect her hummmmm.... how she hummmmms so perfectly when you caress her strings..
One day you'll wake up and you'll see her in your studio. You'll love her and cherish her and you won't even remember when you tried to talk yourself out of bringing her home. ;)
"Touch-oriented person" plus "guitar shopping" equals "guitar pr0n," apparently. Hee, hee.
Of course, /me already has a rack full of sweet little things just waiting to be fondled... my guitar harem. Ah, my darlings, how I love all of you... well, except for the oldest among you, the one I'm considering trading in against a younger model... uh... well, maybe this metaphor shouldn't really be pursued after all. :-)
|Date:||October 1st, 2003 07:58 pm (UTC)|| |