October 2003 Archives
last night, on BART heading to meg's graduation party, this guy with a shaved head starts looking at me wierd.
it's chris. newly bald. didn't recognize him.
chris is a good egg. one of those almost-friends who's friends with a lot of my friends. we always have good conversations at parties, but have never really hung out on our own. .
the good:
i received this email from someone i don't know (yet).
to:
zack k.
c/o the warm and cozy safeway sign
somewhere between the castro and the mission
san francisco, CA 94114
from:
sarah k.
c/o above the flower shop
out in the avenues
san francisco, CA 94121
contents:
. one econo-sized box of continued optimism (winds of change scent)
. one updated version of photoshop
. one south american heiress
. one yacht in need of sailing
. one sextant and one parrot for help in sailing said yacht
invoice:
paid in full
isn't that the sweetest?
the bad:
there really isn't anything all that bad going on. i'll work on it.
i mean, the whole job thing is kind of a monkey-sucker, but it's really only half-bad. i'm not fired or anything. i just need to continue watching for another break at the Symphony instead of relaxing. and i'm good at recognizing opportunity when it comes.
the ugly:
my friend made this webpage.
don't get any ideas if you come to visit me.
it looks like i'm not going to be able to keep my job.
not that i'm fired. or even let go. just i'm no longer going to be sitting at the desk i've occupied. tim decided he didn't want his interim promotion as orchestra personnel manager, so he's moving back to his old job as technical coordinator. which means lynn is moving back to her old job as operations coordinator. which means skye is moving back to her old job as operations assistant. which is my job. or, more accurately, her job.
i'm reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle again, but i wish i wasn't. i wish i was reading Don Quixote de la Mancha.
the other night, after watching the ball game, i lay on the floor. i was lying on the beige hall carpet making faces at max the poodle. he was sniffing my head and waiting for something to happen. very little was happening. i felt lethargic. i felt like beige hall carpet.
i bought Exile on Main Street again today. my copy was scratched and kept skipping during Loving Cup. can't have that.
i also bought Metamorphosis, which is an older Stones album, recorded back before brian jones died a mysterious death in his pool. as mick was wrestling the stones away from him. see, the stones were brian's band, not mick's. but brian fucked up. overdid the lsd. and keith and brian both loved anita pallenberg. sometimes someone has to step out.
all i can say, and if you know me you know how weird it is for this to be in my head, is:
GO SOX!
i watched game five with my family tonight after they all got back from yom kippur services (which i skipped. GO ZACK!). we're from boston. and i know i should have rooted for the A's, but fergit it. it was such an exciting game and i was certain the sox would blow it but they didn't.
dammit. october again already. this time, i swear i'm gonna get my act together to make that halloween costume i've been talking about for years. last good costume i made was '98. went to vegas wearing a barrel with straps. made it out of plastic, wood patterned shelf paper, and an old pair of suspenders. i've got pictures of me hitching down the strip with it on. they didn't know what to do with me in the casinos.
brother, can you spare a dime?
got some unexpected news today. looks like my life isn't done throwing me curveballs. but that's good news, 'cause i've learned how to hit curveballs by now. hey batta batta batta, sa-wing, batta! go on and heckle. my aim is true.
