1812 Overture

04.22.98

Another day...um, another day. Despite my most noble intentions of nothingness for yesterday evening, I found myself out and about doing stuff. Recorded Spank's rehearsal session last night, got some good sound on some godd tracks, plus a bunch of monkeying around. They like the results, gonna pay me about 30-40 bucks for 3 or 4 nights of service...works fine, covers the tape w/ enough left over to make the time worth spending...

So Bill and Greg came over last night, as did 'Ee' so I could just dubb them down a real cursory copy for their own enjoyment. actually was even a nice guy and contacted a studio up here to see how much they;d charge to burn CD's from a production ready DAT...no response yet.

So I was up and about with musicians last night, and got myself all snookered up...and I *really* just did not want to think or move or do anything already, so....blah. Did I mention how disappointed I was in _Brave New World_ on TV Monday? They took far too many liberties w/ the novel and left so much of the corner stone out of the story...sigh...

I've got these bottles of malt liquor in my room, empty, leftovers from guitarists drinking...I gotta throw them out.

Anything else worthy of thought, as if any of the above was?....no...bah. The journal's been boring lately. Claudia de Moine emailed me this evening, asking about nedstat (the counter). Of everything I have here to bring up, discuss, talk about...she wastes my time seeking information on readily availible info...just click the "go to nedstat home" bit I told her...if that's all you want. I was a prick, yeah yeah, but why not be blunt w/ her. That's how I felt...I'm a blunt kinda guy on that shit, so either, a) she knows it for sure now and will be mindful in the future, or b)she'll just chalk it up to another online prick and go back about her way cuz she was never gonna come back anyway...

Christa's been wearing off on me a little...at least she did the other day when I was walkin’ around campus I couldn't help but wonder how marked my passing was. How many people looked at me, noticed me, filed the face away and thought about it at all. How many more just glanced over, saw me, and continued to glance around, none the wiser of who I am, what I do, what I think, etc. Non-one has the time to ponder every face that passes ones way, but I couldn't help but wonder if *anyone* pondered...any double takes? Just exactly how easily do I fit into the crowd. I imagine rather well, but still wonder the other way...how much do I stick out in a crowd? IS there anything about me "noticeable"...memorable...argh, does it matter? not really, so that's why I stopped thinking about it.