What are the 10 most memorable music performances you've seen? (Remember, "memorable" may not be good.)
Submitted by Bill.
Best:
1. Radiohead
2. TOOL
3. Daft Punk
4. Man Man
5. Les Savy Fav
Worst:
1. Flaw
2. My Chemical Romance
3. Cowboy Mouth
4. Sonic Youth
5. The Strokes
The finale of Rome! What a sad night. I'd grown fond of the show over the past year and I regret to see it go. Funny though, because I already knew what was going to happen, I'm amazed it managed to keep me entertained as thoroughly as it did.
I attribute it mainly to the sex and violence. Those are two characteristics fundamental to all enticing programming.
I'm going to start this week. After countless hours of envisioning, many years of positioning and a vast untold span of time imagining, I'm ready to begin. For those of you who know me well, you know of what I speak. And for those of you who don't, suffice to say that it's the stories that I've had in me for some time now.
I plan to keep some sort of abstract journal of my writings. A diary of writing about writing. Sounds dreadfully boring. I hope you enjoy it.
In other news, I've changed my layout. There is something distinctly appealing about it. Though it's only a veneer, I'm drawn to its quaint depictions of some otherworldly time. It takes me back and it fills me with desire.
If you could write like one fiction author, who would it be?
Submitted by Marilyn.
Cormac McCarthy
Chicago today. New York next week. Eye surgery after that.
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
I'm a night owl of the highest parliament.
I dropped out of UNO. It was a decision that I reeled with for several days, but I eventually fell upon departing the school. The place was miserable and I didn't want to be there. I'm happier for having done it.
Life is in a peculiar state right now. My parents want me out and I want to be out, but I'm not content to simply move someplace in the city. No, it's time to remove myself from New Orleans; from Louisiana. It's an pull I've felt for the duration of my mature life, but seldom has the draw felt greater than it does now, this instant and the next.
So right now I'm shimmying along the fence, trying to decide where to transplant myself. There is, of course, that old itch--New York City, but the cost of living there is indeed daunting. If I could get a decent editing position, however, I'd probably be inclined to take it.
Chicago is the other primary thought amongst the rumblings in my head. It is a place that appeals to me very greatly, but the job market for my specialties isn't nearly as developed there. Perhaps if I were still in tech I'd have a surer chance of finding employment in the second city. I might luck out though.
Basically I look around NOLA and can't shake the feeling that this place has nothing to offer me. There is no work, no progression, no future to this place. I feel as if New Orleans was only ever good for leaving. And that's what I need to do. Leave.
Then I'll focus on my writing again, it's something I've gotten too far away from. I still have the stories, it's just the capacity to write them that's gotten away from me. That's something I need to find again.
I'm setting a rough timeline for myself. I aiming to be out of here sometime in January, but before March for sure. Maybe one last foray into Mardi Gras. Possibly. I wouldn't let myself miss an opportunity because of the bacchanal, but if I'm still here, I might as well take advantage of it.