We’ve experienced a bout of radio-silence here in July because I was preparing for a role in what turned out to be a sold out production of Kurt Vonnegut’s Happy Birthday, Wanda June. It amazed me on many levels. As it turns out, I still can act, and not so terribly, either. Also, who would have thought that the girl I threw peanuts at in the lunchroom nearly a dozen years ago would be producing and directing me in a play where she stars as my mother. Certainly not i. In a cool turn of events, we got advance coverage in City Paper without a sneak preview, even if they plagiarized some web sites for the blurb.
Work continues to be work. I moved to a new position as of today. Work was the same (work), only verifying what I had already guessed: life is not your title, it’s what you make of it.
I have come back around to Gawker, the snide NY Scene slash celeb gossip internet rag. I don’t know why I have come back around to it. I do know why i have come back around to it – they were covered in RS, which I fetishize, and their EIC Jessica Coen is sorta hot (not pictured in the web article) (wow, lends a lot of credibility to my opinion as a Journalism major, eh). Yes, this means I’m only about a year-and-a-half behind the prominent web-trends. I really need to work some good individual weblogs back into that. Time to hook up Thunderbird’s RSS feeds.
Not sure what else to say, really. I have now been doing this for 1822 days, which means in about half a year I’ll have been doing it for 2000. That’s a lot of days to do something. More on that later this week.