Secondly:
Read the blog below.
It's from yesterday, but I only just put it up there.
Whirlwind version of events in the past 36 hours:
Uploaded the Impnaz and ETID reviews.
Went to Liam's going away. Met an Australian bloke named Ray. He see in my Diary that I am going to Strength Through Joy the next night, and he tells me that he is taking some Australian friends with him. Neato, see you there.
Left to go home.
Talked to a Russian girl I'd met in the Afternoons with a Goth DJ named Angel.
Buses and stuff home.
Sat up and transcribed half of the interview.
Sleep.
Get up. Run out of Floss. Read Robin Hobb.
Check Email and stuff.
Watch Doctor Who.
Shower >> Dressed >> Tube >> Train >> Strength Through Joy.
Dance like a maniac. Chris and guest DJs are on top form with selections. Even some noisy stuff by Converter (I had expected that would have been too Powernoisy for Chris).
Somewhere along the a tall woman with angular features and white extensions in her hair pull me aside. She's a friend of Ray.
Her: 'Do I know you from Sydney? You look familiar.'
Me: 'You do know me. From Brisbane. Rachel Black.'
Rachel is someone I met on the Goth scene in Brisbane eleven years ago. She was at Art College at the time, and on Graduation she fled Brisbane. I saw her in Sydney a year later, and she was an Art Director. A year after that I was in Sydney, at another club, and she was a the Assistant Art Director of Ralph.
Now she is an Art Director for hire, doing both Editorial and Advertising, working wherever in the world for whoever pays the most money and offers the best deal.
After Strength Through Joy I go on to Slimelight, dance, talk to pals etc.
Rachel invites me to have breakfast with her posse and her fiance.
Breakfast is cool, we swap notes on all the Brisbane people we knew.
Tube home.
Tescos isn't opening til ten. It's nine and I'm asleep on my feet. Can't buy floss. Fuck.
Go home and sleep.
Miss Lost.
Come here and check word lengths on FL articles.
Check Emails.
Tomorrow I'm going to have my fingers crossed constantly. It think it is fifty/fifty that I get the job.
Got to go home and keep writing.
Transcribing is hard work.
Rachel Black got me thinking. Thinking about the difference between someone like me, and someone like her. Like Gus and Elea.
Philosophize later.
Sit down and write now.
Over and out.
Jason.
It's from yesterday, but I only just put it up there.
Whirlwind version of events in the past 36 hours:
Uploaded the Impnaz and ETID reviews.
Went to Liam's going away. Met an Australian bloke named Ray. He see in my Diary that I am going to Strength Through Joy the next night, and he tells me that he is taking some Australian friends with him. Neato, see you there.
Left to go home.
Talked to a Russian girl I'd met in the Afternoons with a Goth DJ named Angel.
Buses and stuff home.
Sat up and transcribed half of the interview.
Sleep.
Get up. Run out of Floss. Read Robin Hobb.
Check Email and stuff.
Watch Doctor Who.
Shower >> Dressed >> Tube >> Train >> Strength Through Joy.
Dance like a maniac. Chris and guest DJs are on top form with selections. Even some noisy stuff by Converter (I had expected that would have been too Powernoisy for Chris).
Somewhere along the a tall woman with angular features and white extensions in her hair pull me aside. She's a friend of Ray.
Her: 'Do I know you from Sydney? You look familiar.'
Me: 'You do know me. From Brisbane. Rachel Black.'
Rachel is someone I met on the Goth scene in Brisbane eleven years ago. She was at Art College at the time, and on Graduation she fled Brisbane. I saw her in Sydney a year later, and she was an Art Director. A year after that I was in Sydney, at another club, and she was a the Assistant Art Director of Ralph.
Now she is an Art Director for hire, doing both Editorial and Advertising, working wherever in the world for whoever pays the most money and offers the best deal.
After Strength Through Joy I go on to Slimelight, dance, talk to pals etc.
Rachel invites me to have breakfast with her posse and her fiance.
Breakfast is cool, we swap notes on all the Brisbane people we knew.
Tube home.
Tescos isn't opening til ten. It's nine and I'm asleep on my feet. Can't buy floss. Fuck.
Go home and sleep.
Miss Lost.
Come here and check word lengths on FL articles.
Check Emails.
Tomorrow I'm going to have my fingers crossed constantly. It think it is fifty/fifty that I get the job.
Got to go home and keep writing.
Transcribing is hard work.
Rachel Black got me thinking. Thinking about the difference between someone like me, and someone like her. Like Gus and Elea.
Philosophize later.
Sit down and write now.
Over and out.
Jason.
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