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Journaling - words first
some sense later
wrayb
Journaling
LJ can be a journal but the whole readership aspect puts significant spin on that.

I'm not the only one who finds oneself ponder a moment or event of the day in regard to a possible LJ post. I almost never make the post. Will try one.

Saturday past, an afternoon of French opera sung by American opera enthusiasts. A night of young "alt" pop music sung in English by French men. The former to a room of a dozen or so in a musty New York public library basement room; the latter to a capacity crowd in New York Central Park.

Sunday, watched NYPL showing of DVD of Atomic Cafe. I saw it in New Orleans in the early 80s when it first came out. Curiously tragic that a discourse in regard to A-bombs is more relevant now than then. Afterward went to catch the weekly church organ recital at Grace Church on Broadway and 10th or so. Less than a dozen people. Churches as museums...

I'm at work and buried behind on work work work.

Life seems so fragile. Several terminations have followed some layoffs. The terminations were for the most part deserved but no less does it remind me how fragile circumstances are. I'm feeling it all the more since I have overextended myself with rent and storage places. What little money I had saved is going fast. Stuff stuff stuff. I want to put myself in storage.

That feeling reminds me of when growing up, school days, I often found myself in uncomfortable situation in regard to my classmates. I knew that come the next year the mix would change, different people, different teachers, different class. I just had to endure. I would wonder if I could somehow become unconscious until the disagreeable circumstances had past.

Well, better get back to work.
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al_zorra From: al_zorra Date: October 1st, 2009 02:15 am (UTC) (Link)
I wanted to say something intelligent and cogent, while catching up with my friends -- I hate it that people behave as if our friends' lives don't matter because we're away from their online lives or their offline lives.

I think I'm sick. And I'm tired (little sleep).

Not that I'm particularly intelligent, cogent or simpatíco in better circumstances either.

However, it was SO VE
al_zorra From: al_zorra Date: October 1st, 2009 02:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Just to illustrate -- stoopid fingers and keyboard collaborated in my idiocy prior to finishing the phrase, which was:

IT WAS SO VERY COOL TO TALK WITH PEOPLE ABOUT YOU AND WWOZ RE DA BOOK -- AND THEM INSISTING THAT YOU TOOK FAR TOO LITTLE CREDIT FOR WHAT YOU DID.

Love, c.
From: wrayb Date: October 1st, 2009 03:45 am (UTC) (Link)

bit role

aha, caught you exaggerating. Making Lynn, my one man cheering section, into plural peoples. Shame.

Lynn gave me a great photo he took once in Tipitina's. Dave Bartholomew came down to be on a show the Friday before Fat Tuesday. We were broadcasting from a little stage we set up downstairs. James Booker was playing at Tip's that night. The show host was Duke Dugas, Duke-a-Paducah. James and Dave were enjoying each other and it became a Kodak moment. Me, James, Dave, Duke. The three of them are looking at Duke's wife who was with doing the say Cheese thing with her camera. Only I am looking into Lynn's lens. I have such a silly grin on in that picture.
From: wrayb Date: October 1st, 2009 03:37 am (UTC) (Link)

Don't worry, get well

May the sprites of wellness visit you in your rest and you wake well and refreshed.
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