Author: coffeehousejunkie

listening to an excellent recording of fierrabras, an opera by schubert

the cupboards are empty. the only thing for breakfast is oatmeal. i’m not complaining. could be worse… could be that the only thing left is grits…

woke up this morning with the alice in chains song man in the box running through my head & the memory of loading an alice in chains cd into a denon dual drive dj cd player at wtpt on a sunday morning… that was a long time ago in a city far, far away…

restaurant hostess: hey, there.
me: afternoon…
restaurant hostess: wanna booth?
me: yes, please… for one.
restaurant hostess: will a booth in the back work? i know you usually sit over there. (sho points to a section just off stage right.)
me: a booth in the back will do.
restaurant hostess: it’s always nice to eat at a place where every one knows ya, isn’t it?
(i smile & almost make a reference to cheers but stop — i realize that the hostess was probably born when woody harrelson joined the cast.)

there must be some benefit to taking lunch at 2 pm… but i haven’t found it yet…

dear city of asheville,

thank you for finally letting me out of my own driveway this morning. you can go back to paving the road now.

yeah, it’s after midnight… time to stop designing schtuff & get some analog sleep…

why won’t illustrator cs3 do what i told it to? i said do it 3d not flat. great, now i’m talking to a piece a software… <quietly leaves the room & looks for a yuengling>

‘it’s my execution…’ listenin to ye ole grammatrain while designin some schtuff fer someone…

um, i guess it’s closing time… thanks for turning off all the lights… now where did i put my maglite so i can crawl out of this audio bunker…

while reviewing audio i recorded earlier this week, i realized only i will notice small details… like the fact that i had a bit of hay fever due to the windy monday weather & i pronounced ‘slash’ with a bit too much snot & the that sneeze i edited out of the final cut seemed to leave the residue of a hasty 10-second spot that was actually supposed to be 15-seconds. but these are all things unnoticeable to the average listener.

People go out to look at sunrises and sunsets who do not recognize their own, quietly and happily, but know that it is foreign to them. As they do by books, so they quote the sunset and the star, and do not make them theirs. Worse yet, they live as foreigners in a world of truth, and quote thoughts, and thus disown them. Quotation confesses inferiority.

Ralph Waldo Emerson – Letters and Social Aims 1876 (via 52books)

one of these days i’ll actually attend the poets forum, but not this year…

i’m torn… there’s two races i was thinking of entering, but they’re on the same day, oct 17th… southcliff black & blue classic & burnsville town scamper…

listening to Vieux Farka Toure, drinking assam tea & thinking it is really too late to be working on a freelance project…

Can Twitter Rake in the Ads to Justify $1 Billion Valuation?

“… said Warren Lee, VC at Canaan Partners. ‘That would require tremendous volumes of impressions and reasonable conversions. Lots of execution will be needed. Not impossible but unlikely.’ …Yet Twitter is quite different. ‘It’s the first one that’s not a destination — it’s a distributed service,’ said Seth Goldstein, CEO of SocialMedia and investor in early Twitter backer Union Square Ventures. ‘There is no precedent for how to monetize it.’ “

—from adage.com

i have no taste at all… i still like nirvana’s teen spirit…

sophomania

wordjournal:

noun • unrealistic belief in one’s own intelligence; delusion of superintelligence

dullness has its virtue…

the economist, the week ahead podcast

listening to the economist podcast… yes, this is what happens when one does not own a television on a monday night…

watching harvard business publishing vodcast on how to cut costs strategically…

ptarmic

wordjournal:

adjective • /tar.mɪk/ • causing sneezing.

noun • a substance that causes sneezing.

personal best running time for 3 miles tonight at sunset along the river…