A couple years ago I bought a vintage trunk and stored some old accomplishments away in it. I dragged it out today and went through a thick pile of papers from college and grad school. I had saved surviving things from those days indiscriminately. But as I leafed through them today, it seemed clear to... Continue Reading →
Since the last substantial update, my first serious boss who gave me a start in my field almost 15 years ago has unexpectedly left the company; another close colleague retired earlier than planned; and the sign out in front of our old operations center building has been removed. I was too late to get a... Continue Reading →
My last album, Best Dead Masterpiece, treats nostalgia as a largely positive thing. A thing that is prized and hoarded. A shard of personal history, of individuality, stubbornly preserved. A robust and colorful way of seeing, the absence of which makes someone appear small-minded and dull. As is typical of me, I am now beginning... Continue Reading →
So, real talk. After my latest “thanks but no thanks” for a role I have been courting for a long time and have no doubt I would seriously kick ass at, I am feeling… strangely liberated? I realized this as I was looking at Post-Punk.com’s feature of Roxy Music’s Siren album. I had volunteered that... Continue Reading →
I read Dune (the first book, which is all this entry is focusing on) when I was twelve or thirteen. I would love to say I stumbled upon it myself, but no, like so many throughout history, I picked up a particular cultural staple because a crush was reading it and I wanted to burrow... Continue Reading →
I was talking to DP yesterday about an old friend/collaborator of mine who'd achieved modest renown over ten years ago touring his mix of Kirtan chanting and gothic/darkwave music up and down the East Coast. My DP, who can be a sort of witheringly incisive armchair business consultant, thought this seemed like a good trademark:... Continue Reading →
Well, it happened again. Another week off (I usually take two a year, one in the spring and one in the fall) passed in a surreal flash. Many would remind me how lucky I am to have a job that allows me to drop everything for a week and get paid anyway. I don’t disagree.... Continue Reading →
Culture I've imbibed lately: Saint Maud - A horror rooted in the caretaking industry, which is timely. Also, to a lesser degree, a study in terminal illness for the renegade craftsman female.A Marriage Story - Not as weighty and allegorical as the Bergman that clearly inspired it. But, nonetheless, a nuanced, messy human portrait and... Continue Reading →
Forgive me, y'all, but I seem to be fixated on these career-related musings lately. I think what happens sometimes is, I keep certain observations at a low simmer for awhile, and all of a sudden they bubble up and demand my attention. I seriously just thought about deleting my LinkedIn. It struck me how much... Continue Reading →
...the specific point in career shift exercises that consistently tripped me up when working with my advisor and still does to this day. That being: the point at which I am tasked with brainstorming what industries I am interested in, and, from there, identifying companies of interest within those industries. Now, I will circle back... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 