"Mini Hurricane Relief Effort" at Myopic Books (2nd floor)
1564 N. Milwaukee Ave., Chicago IL
With: Hardscrabble, 3rdSunday Stringband
My band: John Hasbrouck (guitar), Jason Toth (drums)
Laura Park, the amazing artist who did the drawings & lettering for my new album, put together this benefit to raise a little money for her coworkers at her day job — the company is based in New Orleans, all those workers had to evacuate. So this money is going towards helping those particular people until they can return to their jobs in NO.
This is a great book on productivity, if you like that sort of thing. Ironically, the frickin’ thing took me at least a month to read, and another month or two to blog about. But to give myself a little credit, I did use that time well — I read the book, heard the audiobook version, and heard the audiobook of the sequel Ready For Anything. Am I actually getting more done though? Eh. Maybe… I am getting a lot better at writing things down at any rate, in a quest to achieve that elusive "mind like water". And it’s cleared away any guilt over certain fetishes I’ve had for years, like my infatuation with office supplies, and my love of BAGS of all shapes and sizes. It’s also gotten me into various GTD-related blogs like the excellent 43 Folders and Lifehacker. That can’t hurt. But I’m still looking for the perfect organizational method for all my lists and notes. Should I use a Circa system? Stick with Palm Desktop and sync it up with my Treo, or find yet another software solution? Or go the other direction and keep a Hipster PDA and/or a DIY Planner? Bigass text file? Argh. It’s all so much fun, just pure pornography for a gal like me, a compulsive system-tweaker who’d much rather play around with paper and software than actually do anything in Real Life, y’know. Seems like a lot of us GTD converts are prone to that.
I’ve been collecting Philip K. Dick books for about 20 years. I thought I had all ~45 novels but I was going through my collection last night, straightening out the shelf, and much to my dismay I seem to be missing a few: "The Cosmic Puppets", "Time Out of Joint" and "Radio Free Albemuth". Those are all novels which I vaguely remember loaning to some person or persons but can’t remember who. Looking at the online bookographies there are a couple of others I don’t have as well: "Gather Yourselves Together", an early novel I never knew existed, and "Cantata-140" which is just "The Crack In Space" under a different name, so therefore I don’t really need it. There are tons of short stories I don’t have too; I really need to get the 3 thru 5 volumes of the Collected Stories books if I want to make a dent in those.
They have a talking PKD robot-head at the NextFest at Navy Pier, how far out is that? I’m going to try to have a lil’ talk with him this weekend. Whee!! God, I love living in Chicago.
Why don’t I use the "more" section of this post to keep a list of my collection? It’ll seem totally anal and stupid to anybody but a fellow PKD fan, but what do I care?
I actually bought a stretchy spandex book cover at Walgreen’s so I could read this book on the train without getting all embarrassed. So in other words I’m perfectly okay with proclaiming that I’ve read this book on my website, where anybody who knows me or doesn’t know me can see and draw any conclusions they want… but I wouldn’t be caught dead letting a stranger see it in my hands on the train. I wonder if there’s any self-help book that’d cure me of that shit!?
Seriously though, it’s a good book. It didn’t teach me a whole lot I didn’t already know, but it’s stuff I needed to be reminded of, and it’s good to see it written down in one place. It’s slightly geared towards partners of alcoholics, which I certainly am not, but I do share a lot of the same personality traits of somebody who is. I’ve practically made a career out of playing the victim of love, after all! And there are so many people I know, friends and family, that I really think would benefit from reading this book, I wish I could buy everyone a copy. It’s got such a good positive message, I think just about anybody could find something in there they’d identify with.
You’re The Sound and the Fury!
by William Faulkner
Strong-willed but deeply confused, you are trying to come to grips with a major crisis in your life. You can see many different perspectives on the issue, but you’re mostly overwhelmed with despair at what you’ve lost. People often have a hard time understanding you, but they have some vague sense that you must be brilliant anyway. Ultimately, you signify nothing.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.
(Found it at Terri Shiavo’s LiveJournal, which I found at Alyce’s)
I just joined 43 Things, a website that’ll help me keep track of my goals and share them with others, kind of like I’m doing on Flickr with my photos. I think anybody who knows me at all would agree that I’m one of the least motivated, least goal-oriented people on earth. It’s something I really ought to work on, so if this is something that could possibly help, I should try it, right? My first goal is quite modest: "Try out 43 Things", which is a goal that 1093 other people currently share with me. Hopefully I’ll reach that goal soon, add 43 more and reach those as well, and so on.
I had a troll person in here yesterday expressing frustration about the fact that I’ve placed my video list online, with a pretty strongly-worded statement about how I won’t make copies of that stuff and blah blah blah. I should hope that my friends, my family, and people who’ve followed my blog for awhile would know exactly why I would put up statements like that in public, in full view of the MPAA, the RIAA, God and everyone else. They ought to know based on my past history of giving away MP3s that don’t belong to me, and the things I said when I stopped filesharing. They know I’ve learned my lesson about that.
I dreamed that a guy named NATHAN GRABOWSKI (that’s right, NATHAN GRABOWSKI) did a big coffee-table book of photography on me. Well, kind of… it was about half photos of me and half trippy nature photos. I was looking at the book in my dream and I remembered that the guy had followed me around for a day wandering around the beach, in the woods etc. He wasn’t a hipster guy but more like a rumpley-coat sports photographer or something. He took kickass pictures though.
I just Googled him, and no luck. I have no idea how I came up with that name. I want my own art book, just like Madonna!! Oh pardon me, Esther.
Here are some of the books in my collection, in case you want to check ‘em out (so to speak).
Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
I spent the entire day yesterday thinking it was Wednesday and how that typing lady was supposed to call me back and give me the job-or-no-job verdict. Well, now it really is Wednesday and she never called anyway.
Anyhow, Melissa finally called me today, and now I’m not so sure. She’s definitely coming back for the first week in September, which seems just around the corner. She’s all enthusiastic about us working together in the music department, really kicking some butt. And Danny totally wants me to stay, it’s like unthinkable for me to leave. So I told him flat out that I needed to know, one way or another, and soon, so I can "start" (ha ha) to look for something else. I also said I needed more money.
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