Stuff from April, 2012
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on April, 2012.
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This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on April, 2012.
I bought Mykala tickets to William Fitzsimmons on her birthday in January, and we finally got to see his show the other week. It was probably the best concert to which I’ve ever been. When the opener got up and just played a song on his acoustic guitar, sans-mic or pickup, I realized the earplugs I brought might be overkill (for once). I hate the cotton-eared feeling you get when you’ve been listening to loud music for too long. I’m also not a huge fan of hiding the (still embarrassing) fact that I’m wearing earplugs in a venue whose sole purpose is, ostensibly, to facilitate listening.
So it turns out I’m absolutely atrociously bad at writing Facebook status updates. My writing tends to be long-form, verbose, scientific… delving deeply into topics like dental materials. Fascinating to me, boOOoring to others.
This’ll go on my desk, when I have a desk on which to put pictures.
These are some of the beautiful plants around the “Sunken Garden” at Como Park Conservatory.
I know, I know. Taking pictures of flowers is easy. I need to start carrying my camera places again, to take pictures of things that are more fleeting and difficult to photograph.
I am looking for a job as a dentist. If you know anyone who is hiring, please let me know. I’m killing a lot of trees in my search.
Thank you in advance for any information.
Signed,
Alex
And The Trees
The sun set a while ago and I’m sitting in the living room with the warm lights and furnace keeping away the unseasonably cool night. “Tied to Me (Acoustic)” by the magnificent William Fitzsimmons is quietly playing on the stereo. The couch is snugly in its new corner in the living room (we recently re-arranged furniture). Rain is gently falling outside, making tiny sounds on the windows. And, I know, this is sounding like a bad beginning to a dull book. But, literally, that’s what is happening right now. Forgive me the pedestrian topic and stunted prose: there’s poetry in everyday life, but I am still trying to capture that in writing.