Starbloggin
Wherein our narrator finds out his words reach
around the world.
The sysadmin for the digital media group, a
lovely red-haired woman named Nicola (who has invited me to brunch on Sunday,
incidentally) lives just a few blocks away from me in Redfern. (My place is on
the border between Surry Hills and Redfern.) I asked if she might have a
pointer to a dentist, someone close to us, and she did. I'll be seeing the
dentist next Friday at 2:30 PM, and here's hoping they'll be able to perform a
little cosmetic surgery. It's funny because while I should be self-conscious of
it, I kind of feel even more like smiling my wicked grin than normal, knowing
it's all quite cracked.
Late in the
afternoon, a lazy, tired, slow Friday afternoon at AFTRS, I ran into Nicola in
the library, and thanked her for the reference. She mentioned that she'd been
communicating with an e-friend in Seattle. And this friend had asked "So, how
did the big presentation go?" Meaning my presentation to the AFTRS students
& faculty, the one that went off more-or-less flawlessly
yesterday.
Huh? How did this guy know
about the presentation?
Well it turns
out this person, whoever it is, has been reading this blog. That's um, somewhat
unnerving, because, as far as I know I've only given the URL (which is a weird
one) out to about maybe 15 close friends and my immediate family. I haven't
posted it to Yeschaton, or spammed any other lists with it. Or have I? But
somehow this fellow (apparently a big fan of my work and who really liked
The Book of
Lies) managed to find the URL and has been
faithfully reading this blog.
Dear god.
I guess I really ought to be more
interesting.
It does confirm a decision
I made early on, to obfuscate the names of certain of my friends that I'm
probably being far too honest about in this blog. No need to spread everyone's
dirty laundry out in public. Must more fun to muse, anonymously, about their
problems. But here's the weird thing about a blog: Yes, it's a diary. But it's
a public diary. So although I am tempted to say things in it that I would never
say in public (and I've never before kept a diary), I'll have to resist the
urge, or put the blog behind a password-protected page. Interesting trade
off.
Anyway, for you legion of folks
who don't know me but who are reading my personal thoughts, drop me a line. If
you want. Or remain anonymous. Your
call.
It was a slow day at AFTRS.
Thank god. Can't take too much more of the breakneck speed of interviews. So I
had some time to read a number of obituary pieces about Elliott Smith. Some of
his colleagues could tell something was going horribly wrong, that the demons of
addiction had taken hold of him, again. That he was grumpy and bitter and
fighting with the police at some recent show. That he stabbed himself at 12:30
in the afternoon at his girlfriend's place, which may be in Echo Park, even
though Smith lived in Silverlake. That he has probably hundreds of recordings
that could be released, and enough material for a double album. That'll be
interesting. The autopsy of a car wreck, on a double CD. I listened to the
rest of his album, noting that the last song he released when he was alive was
titled "Bye".
Tonight I will install OS
X 10.3 Panther, having somewhat carefully backed-up my important files on the
AFTRS server. Just in case. And if everything goes all sideways, well, it'll
be a few days before I'll be blogging...
Posted: Fri - October 24, 2003 at 05:32 PM