Hell's Half Acre

tiny idea a brewin'

this is a crackpot idea that I have brewin' in me teeny tiny brain.

After working on Thurs with a co-worker from the country of Samba and Gilberto Gil and Carnivale and Rio (okay I think you know where I mean at this point) I received a casual invite to come and visit. I have now accumulated many casual invites to the U.K. to Italy, to Israel (during calmer times of course), to Botswana (for safari) among others. When I came east from Seattle, I traversed the United States, zig-zagging wherever whim took me, following the migratory path of my favorite baseball team. So I was thinking hey, on the way back, why not raise the stakes a bit? Why not take a round-a-bout route back via Europe, Africa, South America, Australia, China & Japan? It's do-able. I have contacts now in all these places.  I have a year to prepare for this.

See. the crack pot is percolating quietly in the background. stranger things have happened.

Love's Labor's Lost

The weekend was far mellower than I thought it would be. We worked on some small details on Cole's site and made decent progress. Afterward we attended an outdoor performance of Love's Labor's Lost at Riverside Park.  Next on the list from the Hudson Warehouse theater co. is The Bacchae by Euripides.  It's a great way to spend a Saturday evening but my suggestion is to bring a folding chair or a pillow to sit on. The stairs of the Soldiers and Sailors Pavillion get a little tough after awhile.

In other goings on, I hung out with long time buddy Craig Chesler, who will be playing this Friday at the Lakeside Lounge with Tom Clark and the High Action Boys. Always fun. They will also be doing a live recording so Craig says they may be extra energetic.

My inner monologue is a little dry these days and less than creative so bear with me through the boring-tude.

Grad school plans still underway. Letters of recommendation have been promised. GRE study guide will be purchased today at lunch. I may go back to Seattle for a quick trip in Aug to see my cousin get married and perhaps meet with someone from the dept. if there is time.

That is all.

pnw

GG reminded me of Neah Bay which then reminded me of Klahloc Beach which then reminded me of this photographer's website. http://www.notesfromtheroad.com/pacificnorthwest/pacificnorthwest.htm

He's got some stunning pics of the PNW and other places as well. Enjoy.

maybe I would live here. . .

I mean, hey. . .why not right? I can do whatever I feel like doing.

gathering no moss

checklist for grad school application

pre-reqs:
Evidence of Professional work experience in a field related to communication; check
minimum 3.0 gpa required for the last two years of study; check check
GRE taken within the past 5 years.

Things to do:
GRE Scores
Three letters of recommendation
Letter of Intent
Application
Sealed Transcripts
resume

Strangely enough they are not asking for a writing sample. Odd. Writing samples would be easier to get than recommendation letters. I wrote to my New Info Technologies Professor to see if he would be willing. We weren't big pals but he did copy my paper and distribute to the class as an example of a well-written thesis. I already have confirmation that my thesis prof/mentor will write one letter and I guess for number three, I will ask my mini-boss.

Deadline for next fall admission is April 1 but PRIORITY deadline is Jan 15.  I must manage this process carefully and stay on top of it. I don't see why I wouldn't get accepted as long as I get all my junk in on time.

GREs. . .what to expect??

that is fantastic!

this is a pretty cool promotional idea from Netflix. They have this rolling roadshow thing where they have outdoor screening of films near or at the location where they were filmed. For example, the roadshow in my area is The Warriors which is screening at Coney Island. The two I would love to see are the screenings of The Shining in Estes Park CO (scary) and Raising Arizona in bum fuck AZ somewhere. I don't know the town. It's on the website.

Anyway. cool idea Netflix.

P.S. apologies to That is fantastic! for stealing your tag line.

crisis of confidence

having small panic attacks about having to sit on a panel and field technical questions today after only one days notice. I'm sure it will be fine but my entire commute was fueled with feelings of failure and unworthyness. What if I don't know the answers? What if I don't know any answers and I just sit there and stutter or worse yet, my jaw will just hang open slightly and a small thread of drool will slowly leak from my half open mouth and onto the table. "duuuuuuuuuh" I will say. "derrrrRRRRR. Uhhhhhhhh. Me no know that."

I got an email from mini-boss saying I was doing a fantastic job. Which part? The part where I came in 45 minutes late and hungover? The part where it's taken me a week to resolve an issue? Why don't I believe that email? Why do I feel so dumb?

old love letter to U of W

I went back to an old letter I wrote to the advice-cube  for the program I am looking to attend. It was kind of funny. Thankfully they had a sense of humor.

after my littany of questions about how to apply I ended with this:

"Thanks for you time and I look forward to hearing from you regarding these questions. Should I have just called maybe? I don't know. I can't really read you (you being a page on a computer.)

Bye,

Krix"

Every once in awhile I have to break from the standard form letter. My cover letter to the museo started off with "Do you believe in destiny?"

ehh. whatevs.

not sure how this is possible

I simultaneously love and hate my beige. How does that work?

I am in hate with peoples who start a question with the phrase, "I was wondering if you knew this of the top of your head. . ."

My response: "No. Unfortunately I don't. I can research it and get back to you with an answer though."

Their response: "No that's okay. I'm going to go ask somebody else."

OR "That's okay. I think I already know the answer anyway."

yar.

farkle

last night left me with a hangover today. As I am sitting in my cube, trying not to be obvious about the zzzzzzz, a visitor approaches. The visitor is in a position with a lofy title. Title includes the words director plus creative. Apparently tommorrow a seminar/conference/offsite/meeting/something something is being held for the inquiring minds. I was just informed that I may have to attend in order to field the technical questions.

Worry #1.) mmmmm. public speaking. actually, I don't have a problem with this. I do have a problem when I do not know what I am talking about which leads me to worry #2.

Worry#2.) I don't know this shit all that well. I want to go back to my house and retire. Maybe I can go home early.

fark fark fark