these sketchbooks were unearthed not long ago while i was looking for a poetry book by robert pinsky. i used to carry these sketchbooks around everywhere & drew constantly.
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Category: field notes
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listening to an excellent recording of fierrabras, an opera by schubert
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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…
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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…
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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.)
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there must be some benefit to taking lunch at 2 pm… but i haven’t found it yet…
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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.
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yeah, it’s after midnight… time to stop designing schtuff & get some analog sleep…
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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>
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‘it’s my execution…’ listenin to ye ole grammatrain while designin some schtuff fer someone…
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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…
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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.
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one of these days i’ll actually attend the poets forum, but not this year…
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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…
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listening to Vieux Farka Toure, drinking assam tea & thinking it is really too late to be working on a freelance project…
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i have no taste at all… i still like nirvana’s teen spirit…
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dullness has its virtue…
the economist, the week ahead podcast
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listening to the economist podcast… yes, this is what happens when one does not own a television on a monday night…
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watching harvard business publishing vodcast on how to cut costs strategically…
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personal best running time for 3 miles tonight at sunset along the river…
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wet autumn evening requires a big cup of chai with a bit of honey & a good book…
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seems like the police have been called to the transit center with greater frequency. today it was domestic disturbance/violence. earlier this week is was domestic disturbance.
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at the flood… it’s raining… listening to the youth of asheville… thinking of the naming of things…
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