Why yes, that IS a Vic Chesnutt reference. So. Whereas I have not received the official declination letter yet, sufficient time has passed since the interview to indicate that, as before, I was not selected. Here are my observations, this go-round.When one has just finished an interview, one may come away with a certain positive... Continue Reading →
Crossroads (or, “The Messiness of Existence Is the Point”)
On Friday, I was brought in to re-interview for the same internal position I didn't get in the winter (an experience that has received quite thorough coverage in this blog). And interview I did, not necessarily more effectively, but from a higher vantage and with less emotional investment. Later that evening, DP and I were... Continue Reading →
“It’s Not Even Halloween, But Here Comes the Zeitgeist!” (a Bee Gees Tribute Post/Single Release)
Admittedly that’s a strange title for an entry. But, it’s a quote from Domestic Partner related to what I’ve been working on lately. You’ll notice that my last nostalgia post mentioned the Bee Gees among adult contemporary artists I grew to respect and enjoy as a kid, disengaged as I was from concerns about what... Continue Reading →
“What Is, Is What Must Be.”
This is not what y'all want to hear. You want to hear how to earn a million in the first year. You want to tell The Man to shove it and piss off to Tahiti. That happens for a few people here and there, and everyone loves to hear their stories. For the rest of... Continue Reading →
“Richmond Memories”* : Sold Kingdom Edition
*Note: Richmond Memories was a series produced by Virginia Public Media that I saw on our local PBS station (WCVE) years ago. It covered reminiscences of life in the Richmond, VA area from the 1920s through the 1960s. In my mind I revisit a handful of places more frequently than others. Having grown up in... Continue Reading →
From My Juvenilia to Someone Else’s.
I think my first exposure to the term "juvenilia" was in a Sylvia Plath anthology (she did the poem "Bitter Strawberries" when she was a kid - and no, I don't think if I were stone cold sober right now I ever would have remembered that). I know some folks are mortified when they revisit... Continue Reading →
Artist. (Narcissist, Sad-sack, Overgrown Child, Performative Mourner.)
It probably goes without saying that if you take yourself too seriously in middle school, you're gonna have a target on your back. If you're angsty and emotional - maybe most especially if you're angsty and emotional AND make art about it AND have the gall to show that art to people - you're gonna... Continue Reading →
I Can Only Picture Myself in a Corporate Job.
There, I said it. Despite encouraging comments from folks who, even with their broad experience, seem to find me unique and possessed of a “clear personal brand”...I cannot imagine a life in which the responsibility for my income falls solely on my shoulders. I hate to say it, but my disagreements with the corporation I... Continue Reading →
Wayback Weekend – Finale
Creating has always been a solitary process for me. Truthfully, I envy those folks who are adventurous and mentally unfettered enough to throw innovation spaghetti at the wall alongside other people, and watch the non-viable strands flop unattractively to the floor without a second thought. So I'm ending my string of Wayback Weekends with what... Continue Reading →
And Now, for Something Completely Different.
[[Currently listening to: Magnetic Fields - Realism (a recent local music store find). It's not quite like anything else I've heard. I think I'm digging it.]]I've practically made a pastime out of bitching about working in a call center. But now, for something completely different. Truth is, if I ever get out of here, I... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 