Pleasant Surprises

I just found out that some guys doing development on an open-source computer music application want to incorporate a program I wrote back in college as a tool to use with their program. The funny thing is, I found out by looking at my visitor statistics to my website. One of the referral links was to a discussion board where someone was talking about my program and how he uses it a lot, and that they should integrate it into the project. I didn't think anyone used my program. What a nice surprise. I found the guy's email address and told him I'd be happy to hand over the source code for the program. Open source is good.

Portrait of Magill

I just felt like putting this up. Isn't she cute?

Ok, you just need to download this and stop reading blogs for a little bit.

http://www.thepartyparty.com/

Hey.

I feel like a syrupy slur.

A Fresh Step in Shit Technology

Today I bought Magill a Booda Dome (Titanium Style). It's a big, plastic dome-shaped litter box. My roommate had dropped me a hint or two that my room was starting to smell a little like cat shit, so I had to take action. I dated a girl once that had two cats, and I remember thinking that her room smelled a bit... overwhelming. And now here I was, going down the same road. No more. Thanks, Booda Dome!

This thing has a charcoal filter in it. That's high-tech.

Chaos

Yes, chaos. The day was chaos. Right now one of my neighbors is sitting outside of my front door, wasted (per usual), locked out of his apartment, because his very elderly roommate is in the hospital, presumably from complications with cancer. I came home from the Telephone Booth to find milk and Cookie Crisp ™ all over the stairs. That smell; that Cookie Crisp ™ smell! Right now I hear him talking to himself in the stairwell. One wants to help, but what? Let a drunk spend the night on your futon? How many nights would that be?

Tonight the local bar was pretty much all gay. My roommate and I were getting hit on by lesbians. "No, actually you'd be surprised. A lot of lesbians would sleep with guys. It's kinky." Word. I think I made a new friend. I just heard a thump in the stairwell. Should I go to see my neighbor sprawled on the landing? I'm a bad person. I'm not going to look. I have to work in the morning.

I "played a show" at a coffeeshop earlier tonight. It was... a learning experience. Bad energy. A lot of motivational bad energy. That was the result. Now he's knocking on our door. Shit. Shit shit shit.

I spent the day walking around SF with $2000 worth of audio equipment in my backpack. It got really tiring. And the show... yeah, learning experience. Nice euphimism. Is euphimism onomatopoeia? Is euphimism how you spell euphimism? I'm not going to check. But I did check onomatopoeia. Got it right. I spelled baboon incorrectly in the 6th grade spelling bee. Some things last a long time. Daniel Johnston's playing SXSW, and I wish I could go. But, the weather is beautiful here.

I have a recurring ear infection, to varying degrees. I am a whiner.

He's talking in the stairwell again...

Do you know these people?

I don't. At least, I don't think so... I just received this photo on my phone, accompanied with a text message saying "Hi from NH!". Judging from the furry clothes I would guess that NH means New Hampshire, hm... the phone number was an Austin number, hm... Wrong number?

The Studio

Be happy for me. The main reason I haven't been blogging lately is that I'm too busy making music. I have been staying home pretty much every weeknight, playing guitar, vocoder, drum machine, and reading Crime and Punishment (almost finished) and the Logic Pro 7 Reference Manual, which is about 500 pages in length. This Sunday I'm penciled in for helping a friend play a small show at a coffeeshop that I've not yet visited. I'll be playing laptop. And maybe guitar. And he told me I should do some freestyling, but that could be horrific, so we'll see. I haven't been passed the mic in awhile.

In other news, I saw Amon Tobin play a show last Friday. He did a iMac/turntables DJ set and had all of Bimbo's bouncin. He just finished writing the score for a new Tom Clancy video game, which some say is a lame thing for an artiste to do, but personally I'd jump on the opportunity if it arose. I had to leave the concert just a little early, because I was overcoming my second sickness that I've experienced in my 2 months in this disease-ridden port town. I do love it here, though.