I was just randomly poking around a few minutes ago when somehow something made me move towards The Mountain Goats. I can't even remember what I was doing, and though I could likely hit the back button on my browser several times to find out, I don't particularly want to.
I was at their site, reading what they put up for their bio, and it was pretty weird. But good. I really liked it even though I hardly understood it. I then went on to check out their not-terribly-awesome Wikipedia article, which kind of got me wondering about artistry and such things. Like, apparently The Mountain Goats (or, perhaps more accurately, John Darnielle and whoever he was with--I think) used to just record stuff all the time and lose track of whatever hadn't been committed to aural media. I try to imagine what that kind of life must be like, to be creating in a steady flow like that; I'm sure lots of people do it, but I don't really hear about it or think about it too much. Also I wonder of the mental status of Mr. Darnielle. I mean, what's your take on reality when you're writing songs all the time (and may or may not be sticking substances into yourself left and right)?
Not sure exactly what my thoughts about all that were or if I even had any. I just thought it was strange. And pretty cool--I'll need to be buying something from The Mountain Goats soon, perhaps when I have money.
Speaking of money, or rather employment, it turns out that Primerica Financial Services isn't for me after all. How do I know this? Actually, I don't. But I think I decided that I would probably doing way more sales-type work than I would like, and that this place was way too far away for me to bother with (it's somewhere between Beltway 8 and 610, off a road named Bingle--not that I know what that means exactly, but it's roughly 30 minutes away). I think I would rather be a waiter. And/Or, even better, a tutor of economics. That way, when I fill out my resume, four of my previous five work experiences could be tutoring! Squee!
But yeah, I could also use an automobile to make jobiness easier for me, but those things cost lots of money, and I'm poor. I have a few hundred dollars stashed away for emergencies (or just backpacking across Europe, whichever comes first), but most of that money is untouchable. I should totally resume my poker-playing, which is something that I suspended ever since my hard drive died.
What? You don't remember my hard drive dying? Well I don't remember posting about it, so I'll give you the skinny: a month or so ago my laptop locked up when some bad thing of some sort happened. It's alltogether possible that it would have corrected itself had I given it time to do so, but for some reason I was impatient and I held down the power button until my computer shut off. And shut off it did, though something also made an unpleasant click-type noise. When I turned my computer back on a few seconds later, I was being warned of imminent hard drive failure. After checking to make sure that it was indeed being stalked by Death, I ordered a newer, faster, bigger hard drive. And now I have it. But I also have to install every program that I have all over again, and I never bothered to install the poker software thingy. So I haven't played poker in a long time. And I'd been suffering mixed fortunes before I switched hard drives; hadn't had the luxury of receiving a check in months.
And now you know. Really do need to work on that getting-money-from-poker thing, though.
Also I got a 100 on the calculus test I took yesterday. I'm so smart. So now I'm just going to skip class tomorrow so I can finish up my UT essays and send off my resume and one recommendation letter (which isn't even from a professor--what was I thinking?).
I wish I'd applied to UT before now. I know I hurt my chances at least a little by waiting. And I know that I will forever wonder "what-if?" if I am denied admission. I already wonder that too much already. Alas, I'll just have to make my essays impervious to doom.
Hope you enjoyed this edition of Hasta la Byebye. I considered leaving a comment related to something in the news, but I'm too tired and cranky to do that right now. Plus, what's in the news right now but Lebanon? Exactly. And that's much more complicated an issue than a simple blurb will give justice to. I think tenuous majorities in the Knesset and politicking in general causes too many problems in the Middle East--gives Israel's hawks too much sway, says I.
But I won't be getting into that, especially when I'm no expert on Israel or its Arab buddies. So ciao, my good people! And hasta la byebye!
I was at their site, reading what they put up for their bio, and it was pretty weird. But good. I really liked it even though I hardly understood it. I then went on to check out their not-terribly-awesome Wikipedia article, which kind of got me wondering about artistry and such things. Like, apparently The Mountain Goats (or, perhaps more accurately, John Darnielle and whoever he was with--I think) used to just record stuff all the time and lose track of whatever hadn't been committed to aural media. I try to imagine what that kind of life must be like, to be creating in a steady flow like that; I'm sure lots of people do it, but I don't really hear about it or think about it too much. Also I wonder of the mental status of Mr. Darnielle. I mean, what's your take on reality when you're writing songs all the time (and may or may not be sticking substances into yourself left and right)?
Not sure exactly what my thoughts about all that were or if I even had any. I just thought it was strange. And pretty cool--I'll need to be buying something from The Mountain Goats soon, perhaps when I have money.
Speaking of money, or rather employment, it turns out that Primerica Financial Services isn't for me after all. How do I know this? Actually, I don't. But I think I decided that I would probably doing way more sales-type work than I would like, and that this place was way too far away for me to bother with (it's somewhere between Beltway 8 and 610, off a road named Bingle--not that I know what that means exactly, but it's roughly 30 minutes away). I think I would rather be a waiter. And/Or, even better, a tutor of economics. That way, when I fill out my resume, four of my previous five work experiences could be tutoring! Squee!
But yeah, I could also use an automobile to make jobiness easier for me, but those things cost lots of money, and I'm poor. I have a few hundred dollars stashed away for emergencies (or just backpacking across Europe, whichever comes first), but most of that money is untouchable. I should totally resume my poker-playing, which is something that I suspended ever since my hard drive died.
What? You don't remember my hard drive dying? Well I don't remember posting about it, so I'll give you the skinny: a month or so ago my laptop locked up when some bad thing of some sort happened. It's alltogether possible that it would have corrected itself had I given it time to do so, but for some reason I was impatient and I held down the power button until my computer shut off. And shut off it did, though something also made an unpleasant click-type noise. When I turned my computer back on a few seconds later, I was being warned of imminent hard drive failure. After checking to make sure that it was indeed being stalked by Death, I ordered a newer, faster, bigger hard drive. And now I have it. But I also have to install every program that I have all over again, and I never bothered to install the poker software thingy. So I haven't played poker in a long time. And I'd been suffering mixed fortunes before I switched hard drives; hadn't had the luxury of receiving a check in months.
And now you know. Really do need to work on that getting-money-from-poker thing, though.
Also I got a 100 on the calculus test I took yesterday. I'm so smart. So now I'm just going to skip class tomorrow so I can finish up my UT essays and send off my resume and one recommendation letter (which isn't even from a professor--what was I thinking?).
I wish I'd applied to UT before now. I know I hurt my chances at least a little by waiting. And I know that I will forever wonder "what-if?" if I am denied admission. I already wonder that too much already. Alas, I'll just have to make my essays impervious to doom.
Hope you enjoyed this edition of Hasta la Byebye. I considered leaving a comment related to something in the news, but I'm too tired and cranky to do that right now. Plus, what's in the news right now but Lebanon? Exactly. And that's much more complicated an issue than a simple blurb will give justice to. I think tenuous majorities in the Knesset and politicking in general causes too many problems in the Middle East--gives Israel's hawks too much sway, says I.
But I won't be getting into that, especially when I'm no expert on Israel or its Arab buddies. So ciao, my good people! And hasta la byebye!
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