Going to the bins today for more hangers. This'll be two days in a row. Yesterday bought a classic ladies 3-speed ( I swear it'll work in a few weeks) for ten bucks, an amazing, huge, hand-woven, natural-dyed 'lodge' style wool carpet for ten bucks, Frank Sinatra and Lionel Hampton (!) 78s for 10 cents each and dozens of stout clothes hangers for... I guess, 49 cents a pound...
Still trying to set up an office in the new place.... Need to put lady's clothes on hangers so I can find MY stuff....
Slept in. Went to the 'couv with UBS to check out a new coffee zone. Had brekkie w/ rims and UBS. Watching clippers with UBS and prepping for MORE COMEDY!
Stared at my notes for my paper freaked out wrote panicky way-too-long email to friend about paper got Mike & Steve's text about brekkie; felt huge relief had delightful health blast meal came home rejuvenated took snoopy to beautiful sun-dappled park where he played so nice with a buddy now staring at my notes again
(last nite) jammed with Sally downed a shot of jalepeno tequila to make change for the bus took bus to max station got lazy and took cab rest of the way to St John's (today) ate a grilled cheese and coffee at Pattie's Home Plate, played 6 Doors songs on their free jukebox bought some villain sun glasses walked across the St. John's bridge and back visited Blue Moon got Jimi Hendrix best of for $1 at Vinyl Resting Place moto ride home cooler ranch Ds, Olympia, and W. Somerset Maugham on the deck chair dinner Mad Men
Yesterday I drove Jon Glaser and then Janeane Garofolo around. It's fun to have a personal convo with someone at that level of success. The comedians who are still struggling are much more desperate to be funny all the time, but the ones who have already "made it," are just into talking about their bikes or whatever, without making any jokes.
I also drove Kevin Allison from The State a couple days ago, but I mostly talked to the other person who was getting a ride and Kevin did stuff on his phone.
Everyone would say that you're a decent person, MZ. Your passenger must have really earned that assessment--by deliberate mistreatment, one would surmise.
I came to really like Brett Gelman over the last few days (but only saw him perform or be on panels). The thing of turning your worst flaws and insecurities into your strengths was really mind-blowing. So many real issues being worked out on stage... It was brutal and beautiful and funny.
Coffee. Finally getting STOKED on this paper. Making an outline/finding juicy quotes. Emailing fancy people asking for interviews. Ate a donut then husband brought me waffle taco not a usual breakfast sitch for me, feeling kind of jazzed up SUGAR PIXIE STICKS loving my new iPhone stack of books on modernism chateaubriand memoirs wearing a scarf indoors snoopy pics on instagram
Yesterday, traipsed up to Anacortes to visit some recording artists before they became enmeshed in that town's crucial Tuesday night Trivia Game. I never knew trivia was so important.
I started off the day with an ugly feeling in my heart, made worse by taking Hesiod's "Works and Days" for my morning reading. But then I finished up a work project that has been haunting me all week--scheduling a last-minute meeting with 24 attendees from 2 institutions, and I felt like the $1,000,000 Man. Now I am excited because I am going to take minutes for a meeting for the first time. ^_^
Things that improve my outlook Cooking food for myself (it's like being God/your own parent) Finishing projects Listening to CDs on the PC Wearing colorful clothes
I am going to Saddle Mountain after work with my Dad. In the morning, before dawn, we will hike to the peak and there he will prepare a sacrifice to the Lord God Almighty. I will ask him, 'But Dad, where is the innocent animal we can offer to God as a blood sacrifice to quench his thirst for destruction?' and he will reply cryptically, 'God will provide.' and we will continue to build the alter.
As sunrise approaches he will lay me down upon the alter and draw a knife. I will ask, 'Dad... are you sure this is what God wants? Cause maybe you just had a weird dream after all the spicy food we ate last night...' and he will reply, with tears in his eyes, 'God has provided.' and he will murder me as an offering to God, spreading my blood around the alter in a pattern he saw in his dreams that looks strangely similar to the logo of the hot salsa I purchased at Whole Foods.
In some small way, as my life leaks out of me, I will know this is a little bit my fault. I should have bought Medium. Buying the Hot salsa was just trying to be macho in front of my Dad...
The independent record store here is called Hot Poop. I've never seen more garbage packed in a store. There was a huge bowl of assorted chips next to a stack of porno dvds.
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But I would have to work out every single day and probably give up alcohol and bread and sweets and all the things that make life awesome. #tradeoffs
Still trying to set up an office in the new place.... Need to put lady's clothes on hangers so I can find MY stuff....
freaked out
wrote panicky way-too-long email to friend about paper
got Mike & Steve's text about brekkie; felt huge relief
had delightful health blast meal
came home rejuvenated
took snoopy to beautiful sun-dappled park where he played so nice with a buddy
now staring at my notes again
jammed with Sally
downed a shot of jalepeno tequila to make change for the bus
took bus to max station
got lazy and took cab rest of the way to St John's
(today)
ate a grilled cheese and coffee at Pattie's Home Plate, played 6 Doors songs on their free jukebox
bought some villain sun glasses
walked across the St. John's bridge and back
visited Blue Moon
got Jimi Hendrix best of for $1 at Vinyl Resting Place
moto ride home
cooler ranch Ds, Olympia, and W. Somerset Maugham on the deck chair
dinner
Mad Men
Solid Boot!
I had no idea Johnny Glaze was gonna be at the festival, and it was great.
total new fave
just a solid boot
But I think his style probably speaks to that as well.
Emailing fancy people asking for interviews.
Ate a donut
then husband brought me waffle taco
not a usual breakfast sitch for me, feeling kind of jazzed up
SUGAR
PIXIE STICKS
loving my new iPhone
stack of books on modernism
chateaubriand memoirs
wearing a scarf indoors
snoopy pics on instagram
Things that improve my outlook
Cooking food for myself (it's like being God/your own parent)
Finishing projects
Listening to CDs on the PC
Wearing colorful clothes
Let you entertain me!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As sunrise approaches he will lay me down upon the alter and draw a knife. I will ask, 'Dad... are you sure this is what God wants? Cause maybe you just had a weird dream after all the spicy food we ate last night...' and he will reply, with tears in his eyes, 'God has provided.' and he will murder me as an offering to God, spreading my blood around the alter in a pattern he saw in his dreams that looks strangely similar to the logo of the hot salsa I purchased at Whole Foods.
In some small way, as my life leaks out of me, I will know this is a little bit my fault. I should have bought Medium. Buying the Hot salsa was just trying to be macho in front of my Dad...
I feel the ghost of Kevin!
I've never seen more garbage packed in a store.
There was a huge bowl of assorted chips next to a stack of porno dvds.