Clear Channel, definitely not corporate.
A co-worker sent me this little gem.
I'm a fighter, not a lover.
A co-worker sent me this little gem.
One of Salt Lake’s finest attractions -- as far as I’m concerned -- is Brewvies. As it name suggests, Brewvies combines two things I appreciate greatly: beer and film. And, it manages to do so cheaply. Tuesday nights, for instance, one can see a film and enjoy a liter of microbrew -- a liter! that's a Nalgene water-bottle’s worth -- for about seven or eight bucks.
Sunday was M & K’s wedding shower, up on a fine, sunny deck near Park City.
Yesterday evening, driving home from work, heading east, it was perfect. Windows down, 75 degrees, dry air, clear skies and a backdrop of green foothills reaching up to the snowy canyons, tucked behind a sprawling city. It’s rare to see the foothills so green -- I suppose a month of rain will do that -- but it’s wonderful. My favorite, in fact.
First off, a big thanks to my co-worker who has assisted me in two ways, one illegal, the other just as cool. He's provided me with a copy of the yet-to-be-released (and hardly announced) Sufjan Stevens record. I'm very excited to spend the next couple of days with this sucker. Sufjan’ll be round SLC towards the end of July. For those keeping score, this third full-length CD (Rough Trade, this time around) will get back to the promise of a theme-record for each of the 50 states. This one: Sufjan's new home, Illinois and his band has aptly changed its name to the Illinoisemakers. H-O-T.
Should I be concerned about how moving cubes has left me feeling so gleeful, especially given that this week was off to such a poor start?
Honestly, a month ago, when working from home, pants were optional. So, it just seems like a bit of a dramatic switch to get excited about the new cube. Nonetheless, it’s pretty hot. Here are the specs:
- I am among (most of) the other creative team (So long, Media Planners!)
- It's bigger and shaped for a better use of space
- It is a billion times more private
- I got a big, rocky chair instead of the last one, which looked like it had literally been chewed by its previous owner
And… drum roll please (Can I get a goddamned Timpani roll from you goddamned people?):
I no longer have to listen to my female co-workers use the restroom!
Sometimes, everyone needs a big ‘ole helping of Central Utah. Alfalfa fields and sage brush and mountains -- Oh my! Plus, the added bonus of the strange turkey farms. And the sheep. So many sheep.
Sometimes it’s great that an artist is blowing up. Now is one of those times. So, if you’re unfamiliar, get in now. It may be the third release of said artist, but there’s still time to climb aboard while he’s cool -- at least for the next 15 minutes or so.
You're not helping yourself with posts like this on SLC Craigslist:
Not a day goes by without hundreds of thousands of sophisticated readers clicking their way through Finding DMo or top-level advertisers begging me for the right to display their latest widget on this very site. While I haven’t given into the latter, I want to make this a better experience for you, dear reader. For you.
Guitar pop darlings, The Shins, rolled through SLC last night, playing at the University in what amounted to be a terrible venue, but decent show. But hey, it’s been a while since they’ve come through, so, I suppose we should all be grateful for that.
Attorneys eat lunch early. It’s my friend Eric’s birthday, so I met him and a co-worker for lunch to celebrate. At 11:30. Who eats then?
One of the great things about Blogger is of course, that it’s free. There’s no doubt that other weblog/journal sites beat the tar out of Blogger, but you have to pay for them. Another option to make a more effective blog page would be to set it up through my hosting company or via my armada of websites I could do more, but you have to be smart for that. So, for dumb, poor folks, such as myself, there’s Blogger, which has its share of oddities.
Somewhere about 5:37am and the intersection of 900 So. 200 East, an odd thing happened. On my way to my radio show, a pedestrian, a woman, was crossing the street very slowly and awkwardly. Turns out, she wasn’t trying to cross at all.
My roommate’s cat has no juevos (or insert other juvenile euphemism for male genitalia here), which, under normal circumstances, is a good thing, as she is a female. A young lady. A sweet, eccentric cat — and I am not a feline lover — although she is a bit on the husky side.
In the brief time that I have held my new position, I’ve been privy to some entertaining things. One thing that I am infatuated with, for instance, is the number of women here who’ve caught the preggers. Our company is about 300 people deep (from what I understand) and I am convinced that if you were to take a random cross-section of the Salt Lake population and chose 300 people, you would not end up with as many pregnant women as I see within this facility. It just doesn’t add up. Plus, since I have the distinct pleasure of sitting immediately adjacent the Women’s room, another co-worker may be added to that list. Nope, turning the faucet on high did not cover up the grotesque sounds emitted from your body. Morning sickness? It was yesterday afternoon.
It's for his own good.