I’m going to see Radiohead tomorrow night. It has been years since I’ve seen them — in Utah, in fact. Should be cool to hear some of “In Rainbows” live. I’ll take notes and post a review on Thursday.
Plus, el Caudillo and I are finally putting together the finishing touches on our business before the official launch – business cards, website, filing papers with the county, and all that. It is a major headache, especially because I’m the one who gets to do all of it. But hey, he’s the one who is paying for it, so I better shut up and quit whining.
At least I still have just enough time to read the Times. Fascinating article on an amazing architect named Lebbeus Woods. Great line: “If you want to participate, you will have to reinvent yourself.” A little too much on the Adbusters side of the brain for my taste, but no doubt a great draftsman. My guess is he’ll go the way of A.G. Rizzoli.
Absolutely no time whatsoever for the cinema. Still haven’t seen Pinapple Express, may have to wait for the dvd. At home, I’ve still got Renoir’s “Grand Illusion” (1937) and Melville’s “Bob le Flambeur” (1955), two classics that somehow escaped my education in film. No clue when I’ll get around to them.
El Caudillo and I found the perfect place to stay in Portland, and I’ll call tonight to book it. I’ll post some pics here — it looks fabulous. Just now I’m realizing that it has been nearly two years since I’ve spent any time with my sister Ashley (last Christmas doesn’t really count). It will be good to have another family appraise my soon-to-be-gay-life-partner-slash-suggar-daddy and reassure me that I am not insane for thinking about getting gay-married.
Quein es el Caudillo? Voy escribir mas una otra vez.
Oh, and Friday is the company’s yearly drinking party and baseball game. I’m taking the two free beverages and skipping the game (Padres, nothing to see here). That begins my annual ritual of celebrating Labor Day by going in to labor, giving birth to a new novel. I will take on a three-and-a-half-day writing marathon to knock out the first third of my manuscript. It’s all in the prep work before hand. I’ve just got a little outlining left to do, and two or three characters to sketch (briefly, oh so briefly) and then I’ll be all set up and ready to go.
Fortune favors the bold. Party favors the . . . something.
