Lord of Nothings's New Writeups

November 6, 2005 (person)

2005-11-06T14:51:22Z

I haven't noded in over a year.

It came in here to plunder my Pixelships and Wild Guns writeups for a final Professional Writing portfolio. They are written in a clear, coherant style; my music reviews do not display the same qualities. They have too many semicolons. My lecturer dislikes semicolons. I will return the favor by noding my finished feature article, written when I escape 1:30am 'this is due tommorow and i haven't started it' paralysis. It is on the Sydney indie music scene and, perhaps, the bands that centre around no-wave trio Kiosk. I node by way of organizing my thoughts.

I have reread all my past writeups; themes recur. I still have the job, but now it has switched to overnights twice a week. I have been doing this for over a year. Most of the old crushes have been forgotten. The girl mentioned in my last node was courted and asked out; the offer was declined without tears. She provided me an entry into the Sydney scene: Kiosk,…

August 26, 2004 (person)

2004-08-26T15:30:35Z

Its been over a month since I started working. Its 12:15am on an early Friday morning. I woke up at 7am today, worked for 8 hours, class for 2, Law Revue for 2. I wake up at 7 or 7:30 tommorow; work for 8 hours; Dave McCormack or my weekly Unknown Armies game; sleep or Rocky Horror Picture Show in the city. I wanted to get to bed early tonight, but I seem to require a 'buffer' of 2 hours between getting home from university and sleeping. Logically, this means I should leave at 8, when class ends, but i need to see people, to remind myself that i'm still a student and brag that I work at a certain television station that I will not name. <\p>

Today we dubbed a program called The Big O onto videotape; my department does many dubs and, if i like the program or it looks interesting, i make a copy for myself. I assumed it either the pilot for one of my favorite anime series or another documentary on Roy Orbison, so I asked for a copy. When i found out it was a show on the female orgasm, I…

July 6, 2004 (thing)

2004-07-06T12:30:59Z

Never Write About Your Job On The Web

It was my second day at my new job today; everybody's pretty nice, so when I saw a guy around my age with a goetee and a general air of cool about him I introduced myself. He recognized my name and said he read my blog, which surprised me (as nobody reads my blog).

It turns out his job is to sit at a computer and check on the 'web presence' of the organization for which I work. I assume he's seeing how many hits we get, who links to us, etc-- but he turned up my blog, which gets 40 hits a week and linked to the company site a few days ago. I didn't write anything bad about them (its a great job! seriously!i'm happy!), but I easily could have (tear down your idols, I always ay), and I easily could have gotten in trouble.

So (and you should know this) DON'T WRITE ABOUT YOUR JOB ON YOUR WEBSITE. Or, for that matter, your girlfriend.

July 5, 2004 (thing)

2004-07-05T14:36:46Z

I miss having coffee on Bleeker Street, at that little cafe right across from D Agostinos. I'd go into the city with my dad on weekends; hang around the Village; go to Papa John's Pizza ($10 pizzas and Sinatra on the jukebox. I'd always talk about living in New York, getting my own apartment; freelancing (writing, not photography) at the Villiage Voice; meeting some nice girl and taking her through Central Park; studying journalism at Columbia.

I just saw Spider-Man 2 today with my dad and my little sibs. Dad got me into Spider-Man as a kid; Dad made sure the places I knew best in New York weren't the tourist spots but the hipper, dirtier places mentioned in the movie (no Empire State Building and no Statue of Liberty, though that may be because of the events of the X-Men film). The kind of girls I want to date probably would be in The Importance of Being Earnest (one was, recently; i missed it, but it wasn't a big…

June 30, 2004 (thing)

2004-06-30T13:32:27Z

I got the job. I got an on-air volunteer position at FBi radio, a local radio station. On Monday, I enter the full-time workforce. It may be a carrer; people who do well get promoted up into higher levels of the organization. Its strange and its scary, but its great. I'm losing the freedom to lounge around and be broke.

If its a government job, am I paying my own salery when I pay taxes?

June 28, 2004 (place)

2004-06-28T18:58:01Z

Its 3:30AM and i'm wired on pure possiblity. Tonight's one of those Schrodinger's Cat nights, like Christmas Eve (when the possiblity that you're going to get everything you asked for is the same as the possibility that you are going to get nothing good). This morning I had an interview at SBS for an entry level position (a friend recomended me to them). If I get it, i've got something close to finiancial independence (though I don't really want it), something close to a fulfilling job (they showed Oz tonight, and it was good) and the very real possiblity of going somewhere.

If I don't, I'll ask that girl I've got a crush on if she can put in a good word to her superiors at KFC for me.

I hear about it tommorow and part of what makes life so unbearable in a city like this is that every day is multiple minute moments of possiblity, 'something good' vs 'something false'.

Yesterday I stood next to a cute punkish girl at Darling Harbour and watched as a man juggled…