First, at record store in Columbia(after hearing music come over stereo system)Guy record store clerk: "Which Wolf Parade related band is this?"
Girl record store clerk: "Uhh...Wolf Parade, dude."
****
Later, at the bar/ restaurantOld grizzled guy who was way too chatty with me: "
Listen to AC/DC, trying to sound all
IRISH in their songs..."
Labels: music, observations, quotes
I just wanted to record that, on the same day:
- I got some bites with the job search
- Interviewed Paul Konerko's wife.
- Might be interviewing Paulie himself, tomorrow.
- Watched Mark Buehrle pitch a perfect game.
I need to "cool my jets."
Labels: journalism, White Sox
This seems to happen to me every summer. I start out with an idea to write a profile about somebody. I drag my feet, conduct too many interviews, and ultimately avoid writing the article. Then at the end of the summer, I sit down feeling re-committed to writing the piece.
Last year I ended up with one of my favorite articles I've written. This summer I'm hoping for another home-run.
I sat today down with several packed folders: court documents, interviews, newspaper articles, crime reports, etc. Now it's time to get to work and try my hand at this again.
Labels: newspapers, profiles, The Arizona Republic, writing
The problem: My vacation is over. I'm back to my daily grind. Suddenly I find myself asking, What now?
This was my event of the summer, if not the year. Whenever work got shitty, or I just got bored or lonely, I just kept thinking that I would be hanging out with friends in a few short months, weeks, days.
But that precious time came and went, and now I'm at a loss. I have no idea when we will all be together again. What do I have
to look forward to?
The symptoms: I'm not sure what to call the feelings— Anxiousness? Loneliness? Restlessness? Has anyone else come down with these symptoms already? Or is it just my own symptom of being isolated in Missouri? (Also, is this too damn angsty for a blog? Guess angst is another one.)
The solution: We need to plan out next SadBear get-together ASAP. Whaddayasay, fellas? Let's get planning.
In the meantime (for a temporary cure), we should all listen to (The Supreme Genius of)
King Khan and the Shrines all day, every day. I challenge anyone to listen to "
Land of the Freak" and not forget all of their troubles with the simple shake of their booty.
Labels: King Khan, reflection, Sad Bear, wedding