The There Blog

Because Gertrude Stein said "there is no there there."

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

But mostly ups

So Hazmat didn't win last night for Zombie Noir (the prize went to some game about frogs...), but blah blah blah honor to be nominated. Adam did, however, get a job offer doing web stuff for a software company in San Francisco, and he accepted the offer today. Which means things are going pretty well for him and, by extension, me. I'm always much happier when he's happy. Not having to move for the job is also a plus. And him having a regular salary for the first time in nearly two years will also be a plus (I'm hoping for regular dinners at Gary Danko, but I think I'll be happy with Indian takeout from the Irish bar down the street). He'll be a joyful consumer for a couple months, and I'll be a beneficiary of his largesse (if he buys himself a new television, I get to watch it, and if he buys a Wii, I get to play it), but I'm not sure it will have too drastic an effect on our lifestyle. Of course, now he can buy a big plot of land somewhere and build a weekend cottage. But we'll stay in the same apartment and drive the same cars. Though maybe, once he has some vacation time, we'll be able to travel somewhere interesting (that isn't Maine).

Monday, October 22, 2007

Answer: Two Months

OK, so it's been ages since I've posted (so long that I couldn't even remember how long it's been). In the interest of covering much ground quickly, I shall post in list format.
1) Current mood: Cautiously optimistic (Hazmat Games is up for an award from Motorola tonight).
2) Odds that I'll spill coffee on my outfit: High. I've gone monochromatic with pants and sweater in taupe.
3) Last poetry reading I attended: Ron Silliman at Mills two weeks ago.
4) Number of poetry readings I meant to go to but never got around to attending since then: Two (Meg Hamill at Prosody Castle; New Yipes last night).
5) Strangest shopping experience in the last month: Designer jeans at a Mexican restaurant in Spokane. The name of the restaurant appeared to be "Mexican Restaurant," and it was in a seedy strip-center part of North Spokane. In the back room, there were tables of knockoff handbags and homemade jewelry, and then racks of half-priced designer jeans hanging in a row in the back. If you needed to try on a pair of jeans (and who would buy them without trying a pair on?), you could carry them into the back storage room of the restaurant and try not to step in something sticky. I did not find any jeans that I liked or that fit, but under the circumstances, I'm surprised any were sold at all.
6) Favorite thing about the trip to Spokane: Getting to spend a weekend with the girls, especially the ones I hadn't seen in a long time. It was almost like freshman year of college, but without the drama, stress or Empire Records.