Why Buy the Words When You Can Get the Blog for Free?
Will the boy survive while also attempting to work a real job (in a brand spanking new building, although it's pretty big, so I'm probably not going to spank it, besides I don't know how well-behaved it is yet), and work the hobby job that means actual research and talking to people and doing something approaching journalism (figure if I get close that's better than most so-called journalists), and work the second hobby job that I'd promised to give up back before 2009 was almost 3/4 over (and how did that happen? Time you owe me one), not to mention weekend trips to Street Scene in San Diego and yet another trip to Los Angeles Disneyland of Anaheim....
Welcome, then to what's sure to pass for exciting.
And in the meantime ponder this--today I read in the LA Times about the Steely Dan Rent Party Tour and that they're performing albums in their entirety as part of it--if it was Friday it must have been Aja. Now, I'm not a Steely Dan fan, as I find them a bit too slick and polished and what I thought LA was before I moved to California so I really don't want to go back to that idea, now do I. But this did not stop the ache. I felt like I was supposed to be there. Ah, the ugliness of missing something I don't really want. Is there a name for such a malady? Can it be cured?
(1 of 31 in the drive to 2500)