Tuesday, April 25, 2006

When one is too tired to create an actual update to their blog,

they do that linking thing to something else to explain what's going on lately, through (piss-poor) poetry, no less.

I took notes, so sometime in the near future I'll get around to a round-up post or something.

Thanks for stopping by My Cube.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Looking for Audiophile Advice

I am thinking of updating my speakers.

I am looking to go to a 6.1 surround sound situation.
Small/thin front main speakers.
Looking for Clarity over Loudness.
Not too pricey, but something that will stand the test of time and moves.

I have a Onkyo TX-SR502 Receiver that will have a Playstation2 running through it acting as gaming and DVD.

Any suggestions?

60 Hour Work Weeks


Thursday, April 06, 2006

I found my next CD purchase

By way of Stereogum (thank you, again and again), I have found the next CD to buy. He by dipping me in a blog bowl of Strawberry Fire (which appears to be a place to spend yet more hours clicking around in). There are links to a video and MP3s from Jack White's new band The Raconteurs.

I like a lot what I've heard. I can see why writing a song like "Steady, As She Goes" would inspire one to form a band around it (according to the Amazon editorial blurb in the listing); it's catchy, driving and just a touch of that sad pre-emptive nostalgia that captures my ears, mind and heart. Sounds like The White Stripes only even more filled out with something that strikes me as a 70s anthem rock throbbing just under the skin.

Now fingers crossed I get to see them at the Empty Bottle, or The White Stripes again, for the 3rd time. Yippeee!

Steady as you go, friends.

All Apologies

I apologize to all (3) of you readers for not posting as of late. Two jobs suck. Add in a sprinkling of depression and too much beer with lack of sleep, and the writing kind of takes a back burner.

Now, no need to freak out (am I talking to myself?), I'm just flowing fine, I suppose. I'm just trying to get a fix on new (old) habits, and I'm still acclimating myself to The Bank. I notice that, after taking employment at The Bank, I can feel myself slipping away, mentally, from The Retail Job. Hell, I snapped at a manager tonight, "Honey" A., the floor supervisor. Surprisingly this hasn't happened long ago, as she has a way of scrapping razor blades across an open nerve. She was just doing her job, but annoyingly. Shitty people skills, yo! Talk to me like a newbie at a job I've been sludging through for nearly four years, and I'll bark a little, you know?

On a better note, I'm still working out representing/getting my friends a show at The John Galt Gallery, inspired by aforementioned events here and here and here. Most of us got together at My Cube for a meet up and swapping of works, just so everyone knew who did what and such. I had fun, and I think it turned out somewhat productive (?).

At least, I got drunk around two in the morning after everyone left (and made it to The Retail Job on time on Sunday). Lots to learn, still, and lots of unanswered questions for The Gallery on behalf of my friends...my creative friends *sigh.*

I got to thinking about that mushroom trip again on the way to work: "Dead at 35" and "You're only a hub for others [to pass through]"

I'm 35 now.

But: maybe The Death I tripped was a metaphorical death. The Death of the Me I hate. I may not be creative, inspiring, interesting, or cool, but maybe I'm that guy. The "I gotta guy" guy. I may not succeed in life, but I'm "that guy" that helps others out. I am the hub that people pass through to get to the other side, to where they need to go. Maybe I'm a bridge for others (hopefully, not a floormat.), a stepping stone. I am beginning to see that we are All connected.

In any event:
I'm 35.
I know creative friends.
I'm trying to get a show together for them in June.
I'm used to being alone.
I'm learning/trying to be a better Hub.

I realize that two weeks after I lay down under a headstone, I'll be forgotten, and that's okay. As long as I at least tried to help my friends and tried to make some sort of positive difference in the someone's life.

Those who can't do, teach, right? Or some such shit like that.