Archive for December, 2007

but i’m not depressed. could a depressed person come up with the best business idea ever? that’s what i thought.

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

the other day, i had to call tech support. (it’s totally my fault, i’m the one who bought a Dell…) as i was talking to this guy on the other end of the line, i discovered that my call was routed to Bombay. he was a very nice dude, and was trying to be helpful, but his Indian accent made it a little tough to understand his English words. i sometimes have the same problem when i’m talking to my Indian friends here in The States. the difference is that when i’m talking to them in person, the non-verbal can sometimes fill in the blanks. but when i’m on the phone with someone, it’s not so easy. that’s when it occurred to me… i wish i could hire an Indian guy to come to my house and call the Indian tech support guys for me. he could serve as a translator.

although i guess if i have an Indian guy at my house, he could just fix my computer. i assume they all know how to.

oh, and as a sidebar… i’m going to be in India next Thursday, doing some work with charity: water. i gotta remember to bring my Dell.

and this should cheer you up… not my words, but it’s how i felt in LA.

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

-Stevie Smith

while we’re on the subject… another reason i left LA.

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

i still haven’t figured out what i am supposed to be doing with my life, but i am quickly building a detailed list of things i cannot do.

i tried improv classes a few weeks ago. apparently, i’m not that kind of funny. i can’t stand on a stage and pretend that i’m flying a spaceship whilst making zany ray-gun noises with my mouth.

earlier in the summer, i tried to muster a “can do” spirit while simultaneously regressing drastically by taking a job answering the telephone at a local radio station. it’s a job that i wouldn’t have bothered to do even when i was starting in radio ten years ago. so i can’t remember how long i lasted at that new job, maybe a couple weeks, but i know i gave my notice the first day.

California was not tubular

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

so i’ve hinted at it before, and if you scroll down you will even read my bitching about California not wanting me as much as i wanted it, but now i have finally done something about it. that’s right, i’ve moved back to NYC (yet again). i shouldn’t even consider it “moving” anymore, since i do it so often that i am rarely even “staying” anywhere.
but i’m hesitant to say that i’m bi-coastal. that would imply that i actually have a place of residence on both coasts, just as saying that one is bi-sexual implies that they are getting a bit of loving from both the dudes and the ladies. i guess i’m a-coastal.