Maybe we'll meet up with red stapler for a cappuccino after.
The longer I go without updating the easier it is not to update, inertia being what it is and all. I’ve always enjoyed this totally pointless site—as I tend to enjoy most totally pointless things—so I need to break the non-updating habit. This is a step in that direction.
I met my boss for lunch today. I was a split second away from impulse hugging her in greeting before she broke my cuddle stride with a green three-ring binder held at arm’s length. I’ve been out of the workplace so long I’m like a business etiquette caveman. You’re probably thinking,
no, a lot of people hug their bosses, I’ve been known to hug my boss. And that may in fact be the case. But how many of you have bear hugged a green three-ring binder?
At lunch I signed a contract for a second book project, one that begins now and ends in November. I’m not writing so much as serving as a managing editor of sorts, and that’s all I’m going to say because literally the
last thing I need is for Google to turn this website into a résumé.
The
book project I started almost exactly a year ago stopped making forward progress about eleven and a half months ago. More accurately, everyone else associated with the project stopped making progress—I continued doing independent research and interviewing potential subjects for several months. At some point I stopped, though; it’s no use researching and investigating a topic when you have no idea the direction the project is supposed to take. I could have persevered, I suppose, dedicated myself to a guess and just run with it, buried myself inside museums and historical societies only to come up for air seven months later with three hundred pages written on the flood irrigation practices of the Hopi people.
“This is great,” the client would say, “but we were really looking for something about oranges.”
“Oranges?” I’d repeat, not sure I’d heard.
“Please let go of me,” the client would reply, his voice muffled against my coat.
It looks as though even
that project is starting to move forward again, fingers crossed, so with luck I could be completely overwhelmed by unattainable deadlines any time now!
Okay, that’s plenty for today. I promised green three-ring binder a steak dinner.
Sock Zombie Updates
The last couple of months have been off the charts busy and I've got like fifty different things happening so I'm going to have to catch up here next week in earnest. But in the meantime.
My new best friend
Nita Gale orchestrated a complete professional remodel of
sockzombie.com, proving once again that if I slap a bunch of bullshit code on the internet and call it a website, skilled programmers and designers everywhere will be helplessly drawn by the horror. I'm convinced it emits some kind of Bat Sign, only instead of a bat it's just an unclosed link illuminated in the sky, harkening them near. I haven't had a chance to add a lot of content to the site yet but it's absolutely gorgeous and I love it. Even if I
didn't make it myself out of $40 software and a first-grader's knowledge of html. (And I mean an old school first-grader, not the first-graders I see walking around today, with their bluetooths and their MacBook Pros. A friend of mine, Allie, has a first-grader named Molly. She has no idea what a Trapper Keeper is and her résumé is fucking ridiculous. The only thing keeping her from stealing my job is her inability to stay awake past three in the afternoon. I can stay awake until almost five. It's a small edge but I'm taking it.)
Also in sock zombie news, the intimidatingly talented
Kate Danley created this movie with a Sock Zombie puppet and I can't stop watching it. It's a whole new level of inspiration.
