Success.(!)(?)

Huzzah - I had an interview at the conveniently located Tutoring Factory around the corner, and it went well. Cool boss, flexible schedule hours, decent pay (not great). No benefits. Ugh. But I might parlay it. We'll see. In the short term, I'll at least be adding to the collective income of TBN, and hopefully using mornings for some let's get down and dirty productive writing or editing or some other PT job I can secure. So grim goes to glimmer. So goes grim to glimmer. So grows glimmer from grim. Slow grows glimmer from grin. Slowly. Solo-y.

Now playing: Charles Mingus - Solo Dancer

I just got off the phone with Mike NTPB, who's enjoying what he describes as "The Hooch Parade"that is Las Vegas - he's there for a bachelor party, not an audition. He assures me, slyly, that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so long as it's not contagious. I pray for his Pippen. Not really. (Read: trust Mike, and don't want to waste breath). Had a great convo about his Gov't class in D.C., which sounds awesome - he's dropping Skittles and Rawls's philosophies like it's going out of style. You'll have to talk to him for details, but rest assured: it was awesome, and only one student spent twenty five minutes alone, broken-legged mute and diabetic in an auxiliary room.

Also g-chatted with Ben, the Grin, who's got the whole world, in his pants. This makes sense in context. But he, too, is doing well and living the life of husband at home with lady-in-vetting. Only on East Coast Time. Always great to "hear" from Ben, even if I hear him as books say things.

BOOKS! Almost done with the tome, review pending. I went crazy at the library today (after visiting the bookstore, so I saved 15% in 15 minutes, or something). I hit up the best American Fiction of the past 25 years list, grabbing, in no particular order:

Rabbit, Run
Beloved
Blood Meridian
American Pastoral

and added the recent Delillo:

Falling Man

And McEwan's Atonement. And a Primer on Postmodernism, aptly titled "The Simpsons and Iraq and such as." Just kidding; it's entitled A Primer on Postmodernism. Anyhoo, I've got a busy three weeks ahead of me. I will conquer the literate world!

I inspire! I conquer! I fail! I pass the time! I - got a vague feeling that everything's gonna be okay! perhaps.

Tempered, always tempered. To. a. fault.

Anyways, brace thyself (FOOLS!) to enjoy the weekend. Things starting up in a good way.

(Incidentally, I started going back and tagging my posts - this is something like the 192nd, we are close to a monumental event. Not including the posts from the old blog, of course; thought counting those we may be near 250. I'll check sometime. But, such as, and in conclusion, tagging the posts felt like a serious waste of time, and the content is so varied that it seemed non-helpful. So if you ever get a nagging need to read about yourself here, or some particular topic, just utilize that search bar up top). (Some would say this indicates that I should be more focused in my posting and limit each post to one topic, but I would say that these are the same folks who probably "make money" and "have a sizeable audience," and if I wanted those things I would blog about Michael Vick and tag that thing Michael Vick and Michael and Vick, but I don't so I won't and we'll keep the readership low in an attempt at intimacy and meaning because you don't even know that guy and your attachments to his team are artificial and silly and deep down you know this).