Let me direct your attention to...
Mar. 10th, 2006 | 10:04 am
the journal of one ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
slipkid. In said journal, Mr. SK has reviewed the first six editions of the mixes of the alphabet I've been doing. It started out as just a challenge to make 26 good mixes, one for each letter of the alphabet. Then it became both a way for me to go through my CD collection, rediscover great records and weed the lame stuff. Then it became a way to give SK some new music for his iPod.
SK goes into each mix knowing little or nothing about most of the bands and he prefers to have no frame of reference for what he's listening to. So, for instance, when I use something from the Nuggets box set, he doesn't know if it's a 60's garage band or a current band trying to sound like a 60's garage band. I guess the not knowing is good and bad. Sometimes it's even difficult to tell if it's a dude or a woman singing. Anyway, his critiques of the tracks are entertaining as hell.
I'm in the midst of cobbling together H right now. I is going to be a bitch, but then it should be smooth sailing until Q. I don't even want to think about X or Z.
slipkid. In said journal, Mr. SK has reviewed the first six editions of the mixes of the alphabet I've been doing. It started out as just a challenge to make 26 good mixes, one for each letter of the alphabet. Then it became both a way for me to go through my CD collection, rediscover great records and weed the lame stuff. Then it became a way to give SK some new music for his iPod. SK goes into each mix knowing little or nothing about most of the bands and he prefers to have no frame of reference for what he's listening to. So, for instance, when I use something from the Nuggets box set, he doesn't know if it's a 60's garage band or a current band trying to sound like a 60's garage band. I guess the not knowing is good and bad. Sometimes it's even difficult to tell if it's a dude or a woman singing. Anyway, his critiques of the tracks are entertaining as hell.
I'm in the midst of cobbling together H right now. I is going to be a bitch, but then it should be smooth sailing until Q. I don't even want to think about X or Z.
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"You'll like it here...it's cleaner"
Mar. 10th, 2006 | 12:18 pm
I'm a keep to myself kind of guy at work. I say hello or nod to folks in the halls and I might strike up conversations with the mail dudes, but I don't go out of my way to interact with people. I guess a lot of people aren't like me. Whenever I'm waiting in the lobby for an elevator, someone feels the need to start talking to me. Nine times out of ten it's about the weather. I guess that's the most popular small talk/icebreaker topic. Today at lunch was no different.
One lady says to me "i hear it's cold out there." I make the mistake of responding with some added information about a call we got from the DC office that let us know it's 75 there. That gets her even chattier and I dig my hole further by volunteering information about just having moved here. She asks where and I say San Francisco. Turns out both her and the other lady in the elevator have lived in the Bay Area. One in Potrero Hill and the other in the East Bay's Walnut Creek. As the elevator doors open on the first floor, I end with "I sort of miss SF." One of the ladies closes with "Oh, you'll like it here. It's much cleaner than San Francisco." She says that wrinkling her nose like SF is some distingustingly dirty place that she'd never want to return to. I turn and walk away wondering if "cleaner" is the most ringing endorsement someone can come up with for Seattle. Maybe they actually meant it's whiter, which is a perfect example of an attitude that doesn't exactly endear Seattle to me.
One lady says to me "i hear it's cold out there." I make the mistake of responding with some added information about a call we got from the DC office that let us know it's 75 there. That gets her even chattier and I dig my hole further by volunteering information about just having moved here. She asks where and I say San Francisco. Turns out both her and the other lady in the elevator have lived in the Bay Area. One in Potrero Hill and the other in the East Bay's Walnut Creek. As the elevator doors open on the first floor, I end with "I sort of miss SF." One of the ladies closes with "Oh, you'll like it here. It's much cleaner than San Francisco." She says that wrinkling her nose like SF is some distingustingly dirty place that she'd never want to return to. I turn and walk away wondering if "cleaner" is the most ringing endorsement someone can come up with for Seattle. Maybe they actually meant it's whiter, which is a perfect example of an attitude that doesn't exactly endear Seattle to me.