Frenchification

News and a Question

2009-07-29T14:00:31Z

Soooooooooo... it's been quite awhile hasn't it. Yes it has.

(clears throat... unpleasant silence follows)

Sorry. I do this too often, no?

Anyway, I'm finished with the editing process and am moving on to other parts of the bookmaking process... namely the making of the books. With the binding and the stapling or gluing or sewing or whatever else might need to be done to make the book into a book.

That's where you come in again.

I've been handmaking the books that I've given out so far to be edited and read and used and auctioned. It's a nifty process and I bought supplies for it and have gotten pretty good at it (if I do say so myself), but it's slow and steady and time consuming. Yet, it is the cheapest way to do this kind of thing.

I'm talking with a printing company here in Columbus and finding out details on pricing and binding etc... but I'm still not convinced that it's worth the money to go with a printer.

So what do you think?

Is it worth it to cut and staple and tape by hand, or should I just bite the bullet, hope that I have 500 people who would be willing to purchase a book from me, and try to see what the best price point would be?

Let me know?

update!

2009-05-27T15:15:45Z

Alright... It was a good idea for me to put out the call for people interested in reviewing, because it really got me moving on putting together physical copies, re-editing some things, making up title pages and back covers, getting some input and good ideas... so I'm going to be printing up some physical copies (already have a few) and getting them out there circulating. If you're on that list of people I've talked to already, expect another e-mail with some updated pdf files, and as always, let me know if you want a physical print out... I'll do what I can!

Project: not at all the same
Page count: 97 (counting front and back covers)
Purchased: Cover stock, big ol stapler (not too expensive at staples), strapping tape (which looks a lot cooler than I thought it would)
Produced: 4 so far, of which 1 has gone out to inlaws, one to wildgoose, one will go to parents, one I'm going to hold on to.
Producing: at least one for all my reviewers when I make some final edits
Questionnaire: working on it, so that I'll actually have some specific type questions for people to answer instead of just the basic "so... um... what do you think...?"

I'm actually feeling like this is a project that might go somewhere.

A

A Question for Everyone!!!

2009-05-14T18:07:41Z

Again... poetry has been in the works over the last year or so, much of which has been prose form. I've decided to take all of the prose poetry I've done over the last year or so (plus 7 or 8 of my favorite versified pieces) and assemble them into a volume of semi-considerable length (at the moment 58 pieces, I believe... I've forgotten to count, that is to say around 80 pages when put into a document 8.5 x 8.5, which I think is pretty nifty). In addition to this volume, I've added an index of sorts that lists subjects found within the pieces in case a certain subject strikes your fancy and you wish to read a poem about an elf (i.e. elf - which resides in closet, 4; which has been mangled in a die cast car machine, 54).

Here's where you come in.

I'm going to be posting this same thing to facebook and to this livejournal page, and I would appreciate your feedback if you'd like to do a sort of preview/review/editing sort of thing. I'm hoping to get about 10 people to review this volume with the intent of getting feedback on poems/format/ease of use, and also just to see if this sort of volume would fly if I tried to self publish (oooh... a dirty word there). Feel free to pass this on to whoever you'd like as well.

SO... what do you get as a part of this?

I'll acknowledge you in the "liner notes", you get a free copy of the book even if I decide not to publish it, I promise to write a poem for you within the next 6 months. OH... and I'll give you a cd copy of whatever recordings I do from this volume.

I know it's not a whole lot, but I'd love to get feedback from people.

Let me know!

So I didn't do the poem a day thing in April, but...

2009-04-29T15:51:14Z

I think I may have managed 15 poems or so... which makes me unnervingly happy. Here's a list of subjects I may have covered during the month.

Film making
Standing in a field of soybeans
Vengeful Sea Gods
Dodo birds and hernia surgery
Johannes Gutenberg
Randomly Appearing Furniture
Angry Fog
Presidents and quiz shows
Being chased by a clown car
Useless spies
Fictional version of the Charleston (dance move)
Volcanoes in your living room

And I'm sure there are others I'm not thinking of at the moment. Perhaps all a result of having more time to think and less classwork to prepare. Whatever it is, I'm sure Amanda has some mixed feelings about it :)

Back to work... and I mean work, not poetry...

Well, maybe a little poetry.

News... and not so news...

2009-04-06T20:51:06Z

First, a giant congratulations to Scott Woods on his 4th (yeah, you read that correctly) 24 hour poetry reading. And about the repetition... none of that. All stuff he'd never read before, again. That's... well, let's tally it up, 24 X 4 hours of poetry. 96 hours people. Of poetry. Without repetition. The man is a monster. Stay out of his way (actually, don't, come to Writers Block or any of the poetry events in town).

In other news, I'm 24 hours (less now) from the Oral. Feeling underprepared. But that's good. It just means I'll be on my best behavior tomorrow.

And finally, great turnout at the Hills Market Cheese Tasting last night. Very good food, wine, and presentation. We couldn't have asked for more, really

Alright. Back into my hole to study for at least another 12 hours. Perhaps you'll see me around tomorrow.

A

Just some notes...

2009-03-30T20:18:27Z

I'm very tired. As the sun continues to shine more and more frequently, I hope that this will change. As I fix my Vitamin D problem, I hope to also be more able to concentrate and not fall asleep at random moments during the day.

This quarter should be a marked improvement over last, as I don't have nearly as much classwork to do (as in Teaching work and also My own). I have to write and have my Prospectus approved by the end of this quarter (goal number two). Goal number one is to finish my exams on the 7th when I take my Orals. That will conceivably be the last "Exam" that I will really ever have to take. Ever. Yes ever.

A note on this.

This doesn't mean that I won't take tests from time to time, because the dissertation defense that I will undertake in a year to a year and a half from now (God willing I can write it that fast) is nothing if not a comprehensive exam. But it's one of those pre-agreed upon formalities that you'll never get to if you really aren't ready for it.

A note on this.

This doesn't mean that people don't fail their dissertation defense. They do, but that generally means that both the candidate and their advisor fell asleep at the wheel and woke up only after they arrived at their destination. In otherwords, two people screwed it up and not just one. The advisor's main job (if I've understood it correctly) is to make sure his or her student is ready for the defense. If they don't think he/she is ready, they will likely not allow this student to waste the committee's time on a defense. It looks bad for both parties when a student fails the dissertation defense.

Back to the previous comments. SO in essence, on the 7th, I will take the last very very important exam of... possibly my life.

That is unless I go back for a second masters. In which case I will be killed by my wife. And rightfully so.

That said. I hope to get back out into public soon. I need the sun, the vitimin D and the company of things that are animate.

Notes from the middle...

2009-03-09T15:15:14Z

One weekend down and one to go. I'm seeing light... or maybe just seeing spots. I can't really tell

Stats :
20th century exam (in French) - 15 pages (double spaced)
Francophone/Music exam (in English) - 26 pages (double spaced... yes... 26. Not fun because the longer it got, the less certain I was about anything)
Packs of Alka Seltzer Used - 5
Number of Sudafed taken - 4
Amount of time spend writing - a guesstimate would put me at... um... 36 hours (Amanda, confirmation on this?)
References to NWA (yes, the music group featuring Ice Cube et al.) - 1, more specifically their infamous 1988 album Straight Outta Compton. And you thought I didn't have any culture.

AND for all of you who really wanted to know

Clothing - Just a bathrobe, thank you very much. And I mean JUST a bathrobe.

The clock is counting down to this Friday for Absurdist Theatre Exam Writing Fest 2009. The event is bring your own Absurdist.

moving...slowly...forward

2009-03-04T19:15:43Z

Both literally and figuratively at the moment.

Last Thursday, I woke to the sound and feeling of my knee popping out of joint. This happens occasionally, and through the assistance of my Father In Law, I've been able to put it back in through stretching and relaxation techniques. This time, they didn't work. Although I'm relatively certain that my knee went back into its proper place within two or three days, my knee swelled up and became unstable, and I've been limping around since. Perhaps this is a message that once more, I need to slow down and take time to relax a bit. But still, I could do without the limp.

Figuratively, I'm moving forward slowly with my exams. This weekend and next weekend I'll be writing a total of around 60 pages worth of work. If I can cut it down to 50 that would be great. I'll try that. Quality not quantity right? Weekend one is French Music and Culture, and 20th Century French lit. Weekend two is Absurdist Theater. Moving slowly but writing at 100mph. We'll see how it goes. Double spacing is a good thing. After this, I'll have until the 3rd of April to fret over what I've written and formulate some sort of dignified response to the errors I make... and there will be errors, I've been assured by everyone who has come before that horrendous errors are always made that are not caught because it's 3am and the internal editor has long since gone to bed. I'm fine with that. Like Beckett said, "Try again. Fail Again. Fail Better" (From "worstword ho").

Onward!!!

Odd how this happens...

2009-02-19T23:07:05Z

So Amanda wants me to get physical...

hmm... no... wait...

...get A physical. That's it. That's it. She thinks it would be a good idea if I went to the doctor and got A physical as I haven't actually been to a doctor for anything other than necessary visits in the last... oh... say 6 years perhaps. This amount of time is juuuust slightly over the amount of time it has been since my last dentist visit.

Not a big fan of either of those. They're perfectly nice people and all, but they have pointy things in their offices that I do not like. They say words that I don't like, words like "sick" and "take better care of yourself" and "cut back on X Y and Z" and "blood sample." They surprise me with medical type devices that I'm supposed to be perfectly comfortable with because I'm in their office and "it's just routine!"

But... Amanda may actually be right at the moment. I've been having some not-so-healthy-feeling days lately that I prefer to attribute to stress and lack of good sleep (oh I do sleep... but as Amanda likes to say, "You try to stop breathing when you sleep, and then you try to suffocate yourself with the pillow, and then you flail about." Honesty has always been something she's enforced.) I prefer to think of myself as temporarily health impaired due to work. Thus, if I don't go to the doctor right now, and then go after the stress is over, they won't find anything wrong with me, and then I wouldn't have needed to go in the first place, so I can just not go at all.

Right? Right? Any takers on this?

no? well...

I suppose I'll call... tomorrow... maybe...

This note is for posterity...

2009-02-06T23:04:07Z

Or for posteriors... I'm not yet sure which...

If you are reading this note, it's either because it's still around the 6th of February, 2009 and not enough other people have posted stuff to bump this note down below the place where most people are willing to scroll, because you have my LiveJournal friended and I haven't yet posted enough stuff to bump this down below where most people are willing to scroll, or because you are one of the people who has purchased a chapbook and are looking for the table of contents that was promised to you... somewhere. I'm not yet sure where... but I'm sure it was promised to you somewhere. Or not. Hmm... On we go.

Chapbook 1
A question of hemispheres
To know for sure
Not at all the same

Chapbook 2
A career in advertising
For want of a hard hat
Eureka!
With alarming regularity
When in Rome

Chapbook 3
And a side of bacon
The main course
Puzzle pieces
Dictation
Successful Marketing

Chapbook 4
A little bird told me
Lesser known appearances of Gabriel : Chicago 1957
It goes without saying
The right floor

Chapbook 5
Welcome
This too
Midnight giraffe

Chapbook 6
29 Haiku

There you go. Enjoy. I think.

Return of the Alumnus

2009-02-05T17:14:19Z

Well... not THAT dramatic, of course, although I might just play some Lord Of The Rings type music during my drive to Capital tonight. The poetry slam will be fun, I'm absolutely thrilled about getting the chance to do it, especially as I haven't been back there in a performance setting since 2004. I used to read at almost every coffee house performance that they had from 2001-2004 (with a hiatus when I was out of the country) but this feels a bit more organized and professional... and it should since we've got the president of PSI setting it up for us.

Alma mater and Poetry. Feels like a good combo. Bring it on.

What I'm up to...

2009-02-01T01:19:49Z

or perhaps "To what I am up..." although that also ends in a preposition. I don't know... are idioms exempt from the standard rules of grammar?

So, what it is? Yeah. Um.

Recently I've been on the bad side of life. The side that irritates the lint out of me. The side that pits me against forces that I cannot win against because even to win would be to lose on some level. I'm sure you've been there if you've been in any sort of building where bureaucracy reigns. OSU is a special place alright. Special with a capital S.

But I'm surviving. And I'm trying not to let it bother me too much, although if you've been on the wrong side of one of my rants any time in the past month, I do apologize.

So... Upcoming schedule.
March 6-9 at 8:30 - 2 subject minor exam over the weekend (2 10-15 page papers)
March 13 - 16 at 8:30 1 subject major exam over the weekend (1 25-30 page paper)
April 3 1-3pm - Oral exams that will cover all subjects during a two hour exam period

Other news
Working on small booklet sized poetry books that I'm hoping to sell at Wild Goose Creative and perhaps elsewhere. I'll let you know when I get further along on this (I've compiled and typeset 4 of the 6 mini booklets so far, and printed 8 copies of the first two volumes on a sort of trial basis.)

Slamming at Capital on February 5th (excitement at the Alma Mater)

General craziness with Wild Goose Creative!

That is all. As you were.

PS - any poetry ideas out there? Let me know. I've currently got one in the works about a man whose Eyebrows begin to take over his face.

All around... not a bad week

2009-01-17T21:51:59Z

"Don't limit yourself to one thing, it will make employers less likely to hire you" - advice that I always received in high school, and that is written in all the guidebooks to succeeding in Higher Education.

"You should really limit the scope of your projects" - advice I've heard non-stop during the last 5 months at University.

What to do... what to do?

How about participate in a Haiku Deathmatch? This has nothing at all to do with my studies, will not at all help me with my future employment situation, and is an excellent way to spend a Friday evening.

I believe I chose wisely.

Last night's Deathmatch was a truly enjoyable event that brought out a Standing Room Only crowd on a -4 degree evening. I was honored to have been invited to participate, and even more honored to have won when the pool of poets was so varied and talented (and this isn't just lip service, because my wife didn't even think I'd make it past the first round when she saw who I was pitted against).

It's a night like last night that makes me believe that my choice to not limit myself to Studies Only is a wise one. Certainly school is an important part of my life, and will continue to be for some time if I continue along the path I've currently chosen, but I have decided already that I can't be one of those stuffy profs that has no fun and is always working on a project they can't stand. I want to be the prof that happens to show up at a poetry slam, that perhaps ends up auditioning for a small role at the local theater, that plays guitars at open mic nights.

I hope you get to see this when it happens. Cause after that I'll be the one on the front porch banging his cane on the railing and yelling incoherently just cause I can.

Heck... I hope you get to see that too.

My only holiday related post...

2008-12-27T01:47:42Z

And it comes after the holiday is over... Oh well. Enjoy.

And a happy new year

“Yeah, I think I have black lung,” the man said to me after I introduced myself as Dr. Howard. “Really, Mr… Claus?” I said with a bit of disbelief in my voice. Surely it couldn’t be THE Mr. Claus. But as I looked over the top of my chart at the portly stranger sitting before me, I couldn’t deny that the man bore a striking resemblance to the portraits of St. Nicholas that I’d seen thousands of times. “Chimneys are filthy. People don’t take care of them like they used to. Worse than that pipe of mine. Speaking of which, would you recommend a smoking cessation program, the patches, or the gum? I’m a nervous guy, so I prefer something active, although I’ve heard lots of conflicting advice.” “Well… um… I suppose the gum is perfectly fine. Do you have… stores… up there?” “Oh, I’ll just send an elf. They’re good for that sort of thing. Mostly automated machines in the workshop now. The elves will be glad to have something to do other than unclogging stuck toys, and on that note,” Here he produced a large bag from underneath his coat, “do you know any good reconstructive surgeons in the area…” With that he opened the bag and produced an elf with a badly mangled arm, who seemed jolly despite the injury. “Die-cast car machine. I’ll never buy Russian again. This is the fifth injury since we got it last month.” Leaning over, he added with a whisper, “and the only one that wasn’t fatal. The others are headed to Southern California in Porsches, if you know what I mean.” And he gave a wink that suddenly seemed much less merry than I would have previously thought. I jotted down a few numbers and made a mental note to get a different gift for my nephew, as Mr. Claus made small talk. Then, I examined his throat and chest for signs of… I wasn’t really sure what. I’d not dealt with much black lung in my residency program. However, Mr. Claus really seemed more concerned with the elf than with his own health. I suspected that the whole appointment had been set up under false pretenses. The elf was humming merrily to himself from inside the bag, and I noticed a faint aroma of eggnog in the air. I finished the appointment, and Mr. Claus stood up to take his leave of me. His handshake contained a small wad of bills. “You know, son, if OSHA doesn’t hear about this, there might be more of these in your stocking this Christmas.” I forced a merry smile, and wished him the best of luck on his return journey. I wasn’t going to say anything. I mean, the guy knows when you’re sleeping.

No... I'm not dead...

2008-11-13T15:18:20Z

But thanks for asking, as my absence may have made that concern plausible.

So so so much going on recently it's almost impossible to put it all down into words. Lots of good stuff on the Wild Goose front, including firming up plans for the New Year's Festival and some of the early 2009 events, working on the Space to get it ready for future events, meeting with lots of new artists (new to us at least) and building up current relationships with others, etc. It feels so good to be a part of an organization that is really trying to be a positive part of the community.

Last night's Writer's Block poetry night was incredible. Tony Brown is unreal as a poet. His poems are like mini motivational speeches that made me want to stand up and join whatever organization he was promoting. I may have done that actually. I'll start looking for the newsletters in my mailbox. Maybe I'll get a nifty pin or a window decal. That would be nice. I don't have one of those currently.

Been working on reviewing various books for my upcoming exams. I'll probably be taking my exams on or around the 20th of January. I hope I hope I hope. Nothing is ever certain here until it happens. If I'm gone until then, you'll know why. Perhaps I'll start stocking up on body fat so I can just go nonstop until the exams are over. Then I'll hibernate until early March.

Eating lard... benefits vs. detriments?

End Transmission.
A+

Back to School... again... for year... 22

2008-09-24T19:01:56Z

Yeah... that's weird, I've been in some sort of school for 22 years now. 13 K-12, 1 foreign institution, 4 college, 2 Masters, 2 Ph.D. How strange is that? I guess I am a career student since I've been doing it now for over 75% of my life.

Oh well. The show that keeps going on is keeping my rent paid.

More later. Just an update!

Andy

On Rediscovering my Childhood...

2008-09-05T02:21:27Z

Cogswell, ND is a lot smaller than I remember. Of course, when I left in 1989, I was 8 and weighed about 35 pounds soaking wet. This is not an exaggeration. So, go figure that the walk "downtown" (two buildings, one being a bar, the other the town hall/post office/banquet hall) took significantly less time than I remember. The whole town seems to have diminished in proportions...

Still, I recognize the place. I remember it. I had memories come back to me that I didn't even remember I had. The place I got my hair cut (Karla's Cut n' Curl), the baseball field with the weird his/hers bathrooms, the sign in the middle of the park proclaiming that there used to be a school here...

Things were missing though... My house, namely, which has apparently been moved to another town. The place where my house used to be is just a yard, with grass. No cement foundation, nothing. Most of the park equipment that I loved as a kid was gone. The old movie theatre/derelict building downtown is now replaced by a bar (a different bar from the one I remember when I was younger). The population has dropped from 120 to about 80 or 90. It was strange, but very nostalgic.

The trees that my sister and I planted when we were very little are now very big. The tree I climbed out in back of the chuch was gone, replaced by a new church meeting hall. Said hall, was filled with people that I knew who were meeting for a bible study. So we stayed for pie and coffee.

Life is good.

Another post

2008-08-20T20:38:01Z

Book work continues. The end product will be great. I'm very excited.

School ends tomorrow and then it's a week of rest, a week of vacation to SD and ND, and then a week before school begins again. Time is not kind. It doesn't stop at all...

Speaking of time, I'm out of it right now.

A bientot

More thoughts, olympic and otherwise.

2008-08-13T13:45:18Z

I've been thinking a lot lately, writing more than I normally do, and reading much less than I should unless the text happens to be in a course packet. Still, I've found time to reflect on the following.

1. Olympics - Since when have American female gymnists been replaced by minotaurs with female heads. Seriously though... have you SEEN Shawn Johnson's legs? Mythologically Greek. Have you seen that Scaramone girl's neck? Paging Triple H or some other scary wrestler.

2. I have been silent for as long as I can be (on line at least) about the new Beverly Hills Chihuahua movie, or as a good friend of mine termed it, "The death of Narrative Cinema." Movies like this make me want to call up the Hague and complain about war crimes. I am very pro Latin American culture. I wish I spoke some Spanish and I do intend to learn some day. So why exactly did ANYONE think it would be a good idea to make this movie? There isn't a single logical reason why so there must be a SINISTER motive.

Mind control, people.

There is some sort of subliminal message in the movie. If you go to see it, don't be surprised if you wake up some day in an underground chamber full of flickering torches with people that you'll only recognize as "That annoying guy who was sitting two rows in front of me at that horrible Chihuahua movie" or "Omnipresent Cell phone movie dude." Don't be surprised when hooded figures come out and begin chanting in Esperanto. Don't be surprised when you know ALL the words in the chant by heart. Don't be surprised when you burst from the underground chamber and begin to rampage throughout midwestern towns, burning down libraries as you go, seeking the blood of the living.

I apologize in advance for having to stake you through the heart.

I jest?

I think not.

Updates updates updates

2008-07-17T13:37:03Z

New stuff from SmallFrenchmanLand,

1. German. A difficult language. Still love the food but the jury is out on learning the language (even if I have little choice in the matter).

2. Book. This project excites me more and more all the time, and I haven't even seen the work that Robin has done yet. She's been giving me updates, most recently that she would like to include some drawings in the book to give it more of an 'Andy' feel, so I'm going to be doing some very very very basic pen drawings that will in some way be incorperated into the poetry... I'm intrigued to say the least!

3. Manda. Gone on vacation (has been since last Friday Morning) until Saturday evening, when I will be doing an open mic type event and singing French Folk Tunes...

4. Coffee. I like it. It's good. It's helping a lot right now.

Okay. End of transmission.

Hate to be a downer but...

2008-07-11T21:32:57Z

You know. I really don't like posting political opinions in my blog, especially because it feels so much like I'm just standing on a soapbox when I talk about why I think the world should be a certain way.

Yet today I really can't help myself.

Plus, it's not American politics, or not directly American politics anyhow.

Today, Russia and China vetoed imposing sanctions on the government of Zimbabwe that would have, if nothing else, frozen the bank acounts of Mugabe and senior officials, and imposed a traved ban on him and other members of his government.

I believe it speaks volumes about the state of Human Rights in both of these countries that they were unwilling to pass judgement on a country that so obviously and in front of the whole world denied free and fair elections to its citizens and then blamed violence on the opposition.

This situation is not new, and it is not that big of a step from denying elections to allowing rebel groups to slaughter millions of your citizens. If the United Nations is willing to indict the President of Sudan on war crimes charges, which I do indeed believe that it has the right and the obligation to do given the situation that has been developing there for almost a decade, than why is it so hard for some members of the security council to impose TRAVEL sanctions on a Robert Mugabe.

I am by no means suggesting that any country or countries act unilaterally and against the wishes of allied nations as we all know where that has placed our country, but I am suggesting that our government has a moral obligation to stand up against this type of injustice as it has before, although at those times, the countries in question were not African nations.

I hesitate to suggest that were the country of Zimbabwe north of the Mediterranian or full of oil, the United Nations and the United States might have had more to say. I hesitate to say this.

But then, I guess I just did.

Just trying to post again

2008-07-03T14:08:14Z

Hello from the land of academics, poetry, creativity...
I'm experiencing a strange time in my life where I have really not felt this good in a long time. And I'm not waiting for the other shoe to drop.
This is not to say that things are coming up roses everywhere, because I haven't slept well in about three weeks (something that hasn't quite come out of the blue, but still, very strange), and I've never been busier, but at the same time, I feel more energized than I have in a long long time.
And at the same time, the people around me seem to be experiencing a lot of difficulty so I feel bad talking about what I see as a success for me.
Sort of a Catch-22 scenario I suppose:
I'm happy but talking about it might make me unhappy.

Things I am thankful for:
Moot Knacks (mediocrity or better)
Wild Goose Creative
Poetry conversations
My 571 course full of graduate students who actually ask questions and are concerned about the material (I'll never be able to teach undergrads ever again)
Manda
Cold beer on hot days

Okay. Off to teach.

As per request...

2008-06-27T23:00:38Z

I should probably post something about the Moot...Knacks show that took place last Thursday as I am still trying to figure out how anything could be that much fun and still have some semblance of serious art.

Set List:
Moot Knacks - Nick Dekker
Hold on... Sorry... Wait a sec - Karl, Nick, Andy (written by Ryan)
On Rumination and/or Writing - Andy
Van Gogh's Other Ear - Andy
Headset Pioneer - Ryan
Pie Eating Contest - Ryan
New Jam (tonight's was As If Out Of A Dream...) - Andy
Do It Yourself - Andy
Life Lessons - Ryan
326 Miles North - Ryan
On the proper Response - Andy
Cause for Concern - Andy

Total of 45 Minutes, about where we'd planned on coming in. I was very surprised at the huge turnout, 48 people came to the show and we've been pulling in roughly 30 before, so we're excited that our audience seems to be growing.

The set went very well, I had great fun playing bass on three of Ryan's pieces, pulling out the new jam and having everyone see how the pieces are "born", and having an intense Q and A after the set was done.

Thoughts: I was glad to see people from three other arts organizations at our event. We had someone from Opera Columbus, a few from Writer's Block, and a bunch from the Columbus Children's Theater. We're going to continue to tweak the sound to bring out more vocals, and we might also have to start trying to wear Moot Knacks t-shirts. Or at least I will.

Other Thoughts: Strange that at age 26 I'm finally in a band of sorts. And that two of the four people in the band are working on or have their Ph.Ds. And that I half rapped for the first time ever.

So that's about it. I'll post more about our upcoming event, the Writer's Block First Draft Feature, as it gets closer.

So very sorry to have kept you waiting...

2008-06-10T20:22:24Z

Yes. The end of the quarter.
Finally.

Yes. The end of my part time job at a place that shall forever be known as "The Cup."
Finally.

Yes. The end of getting up three days a week at 4:30am.
Finally.

It all ends after tomorrow. (The quarter was technically finished last Thursday but has been hanging on for a lot longer than usual this time around.)

SOOOO.... what do I do with my precious nanoseconds of free time starting on Wednesday?

I'll begin by informing everyone of the next Wild Goose Event that you SHOULD ATTEND WITH NO EXCEPTIONS.

Thursday June 19th

MOOT KNACKS
Shanahan Dance Studio on Indianola right next to Studio 35
7:30 doors will be open and you will be there

Poetry and Jazz fuse together. It's gonna be nuts. You need to be there if you like Jazz, Poetry, etc.
I'll be there. I'll be performing.
Nick will be there. He'll be drumming.
Karl will be there. He'll be bassing.
Ryan will be there. He'll be... Ryaning?

Yeah. You don't want to miss this.
You don't.

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be there