I've got dives scheduled every Saturday for the rest of the month and I'm pretty excited to give all my new skills and equipment a good kicking. I've got to remember to bring the camera to the quarry this weekend so I can get a photo of myself taken with the full wetsuit, loaded down with crap. It's a bunch of strangers I'm with this time, not the alumni of my class, but they all seem like relaxed and amiable guys. Me, I'm pretty calm and agreeable in these situations and it's nice to go into it knowing what to expect. The third dive of the day is at night, in completely dark water, so I'm a little uptight about that. I have a decent flashlight, so I guess I'll just choke the fear down and try to get into it.
I bought a couple of White Rainbow records, but I have to admit I can't quite get on this guy's trip. I love psychedelic music of all kinds, and I had these pegged as real winners, but it feels a little thin to me, like an ersatz Manny Göttsching with touches of Jon Hassell and Windy & Carl. The albums I got are okay, but I much prefer playing Ashra and Terry Riley and Heldon. The guy's got an MP3 blog with some friends (I cannot get behind MP3 pirate blogs where whole albums are shared, in case you were wondering—I think it's a harmful practice to artists everywhere) where they diss Steve Roach a little while pumping Steven Halpern. It takes all kinds, I guess. There's a kind of ironic vibe toward the original new age community of the seventies and eighties I detect on the blog—who the hell can tell what's sincere any more, because I sure can't. Everybody wears big, ugly glasses and ridiculous thrift clothes now.
In other news, I need a career reboot badly. Anybody have suggestions for possible
asphalteden-style jobs that don't require additional schooling?
Square and puffy, like an overweight brick, wearing his usual mohair poncho, apricot-colored felt hat, argyle ski socks and carpet slippers, he advanced toward Joe Chip, self-satisfaction smirking from every molecule in his body ...I take back every bad thing I ever said about Philip K. Dick. I've read two of his books in the last week and I'm a believer now. I guess you can see the bricks and mortar of what keeps his books standing, but it doesn't make the edifices any less strong. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? was a stunner and I'm quite enjoying Ubik as well. If only today's crop of practitioners could be half as inventive and audacious as Dick was. I've got the Library of America omnibus and I give it my highest recommendation.
In other news, I need a career reboot badly. Anybody have suggestions for possible
I'm looking for something totally different and outrageous, but I'm at that point where I don't even know what kind of bargaining chip my skills would even represent. I want to look into working for a non-profit org, perhaps. I can't say the skies the limit, but I'm looking for a change and a challenge, if possible. Getting out of New York City would be wonderful, too, but I daren't dream.
haha, in poking around Craigslist for something "totally different and outrageous" for myself, I found this -- http://newyork.craigslist.org/jsy/med/6
You could look into volunteer opportunities as a way to check out various organizations.
It's my wife's way from the vicissitudes of publishing into industry.
Downside: can be a bit about contract by contract.
Upside: can be a bit about contract by contract.
I could totally see you as a librarian, and you've mentioned it a few times, but it would require extra schooling to become a full-fledged librarian (sadly, and somewhat unnecessarily, I think). In lieu of that, I could definitely see you owning a really awesome independent bookstore, perhaps one with a sci-fi theme (this is somewhat of a dream of mine, maybe someday if I can save up the money to start one).
beekeeper
http://www.sihr.si.edu/tour/8.html
--mza.
Re: beekeeper
Voice of America
Speaking of nonprofits: WBGO or WNYC?