Friday, November 19, 2004
Driving Down The Road
It wasn't until recently that I discovered this guy, when I read Slaughterhouse Five. I then read a book of his "early" (1950s) short stories that were so-so. Anyhoo, the article in the link is food for thought.
I spent some time researching jobs today. I tapped around the website for a company of a man who was a big cheese at my undergraduate college and whose son was a friend of mine. The father was a former state rep, a CEO of this and that -- and an alumni of my college. Later, he donated an entire building to the campus.
We can thank his son for introducing me to the punk scene. He didn't hang around for very long, he showed up one day at my door, "I'm leaving." In the middle of the term? Yeah, just like that. He attended class even less than I did, but while I got 'gentlemen's B's', he aced things like economics and political science.
Peeking around his dad's corporate website today, it seemed a little kooky-doodles. It's still a 'media conglomerate', but it now puts together 'documentaries' like: Russia's Secret Scheme to Dominate Space. (The only advertised jobs are for salespeople.)
But moving right along. I'm going to an offbeat film tonight, not even sure what it is since one of my friends put it together, then to a party tomorrow night in a loft in Cincy. Sniffles, I miss Cincy.
But the apex of the weekend will be Sunday. Then I'm driving up to Akron, which is second only to Dayton in hip-ness (although let's not rule out Canton!), to see this band. (Even though the band has an official site, this link gave me a chuckle -- and it's true, all true!)
Prior to this year, it's been a long time since I've braved crowds to see a band in a stadium. I have a thing about crowds. This year, I've gone a few times, with a definite 80s theme: Madonna (twice). Sting and Annie Lennox. Now, the Pixies.
MOm and Dad get to babysit Grace. Won't that be fun. Actually, it will be -- for her. She gets to scoot around on their nice clean carpets. I don't know what it is about those carpets, but she loves doing that. I think she's trying to leave her smell on them or something. She just ignores their dog.
I spent some time researching jobs today. I tapped around the website for a company of a man who was a big cheese at my undergraduate college and whose son was a friend of mine. The father was a former state rep, a CEO of this and that -- and an alumni of my college. Later, he donated an entire building to the campus.
We can thank his son for introducing me to the punk scene. He didn't hang around for very long, he showed up one day at my door, "I'm leaving." In the middle of the term? Yeah, just like that. He attended class even less than I did, but while I got 'gentlemen's B's', he aced things like economics and political science.
Peeking around his dad's corporate website today, it seemed a little kooky-doodles. It's still a 'media conglomerate', but it now puts together 'documentaries' like: Russia's Secret Scheme to Dominate Space. (The only advertised jobs are for salespeople.)
But moving right along. I'm going to an offbeat film tonight, not even sure what it is since one of my friends put it together, then to a party tomorrow night in a loft in Cincy. Sniffles, I miss Cincy.
But the apex of the weekend will be Sunday. Then I'm driving up to Akron, which is second only to Dayton in hip-ness (although let's not rule out Canton!), to see this band. (Even though the band has an official site, this link gave me a chuckle -- and it's true, all true!)
Prior to this year, it's been a long time since I've braved crowds to see a band in a stadium. I have a thing about crowds. This year, I've gone a few times, with a definite 80s theme: Madonna (twice). Sting and Annie Lennox. Now, the Pixies.
MOm and Dad get to babysit Grace. Won't that be fun. Actually, it will be -- for her. She gets to scoot around on their nice clean carpets. I don't know what it is about those carpets, but she loves doing that. I think she's trying to leave her smell on them or something. She just ignores their dog.