The Mrs. and I are discarding many beloved or once-beloved items as a prelude to our upcoming move to New York. Please come and show your love for all things second-hand. For sale will be a great deal of miscellany, including but not limited to:
records old camera stuff clothes cassettes CDs a box of hair bleach (unused) a tripod a chair or two
OK, I know it's been a while. I lost my faith in blogging and I apologize. But in my defense I've been busy. I've spent the last few weeks working as a janitor in the middle of the night in the Wilkinson Student Center on campus. It was rough. My supervisor was a guy in his 30's who had worked there for 12 years, and he was really defensive about the job itself. He stressed upon his employees the fact that cleaning bathrooms at 2 in the morning was, in fact, a 'real job,' and demanded that we take it seriously and work our tails off.
So I quit. I baked a cake, which, if you attended NIGHTMUSIC, you've already seen.
Other than that, I've been watching movies like crazy because of a one month trial membership to Netflix. A while ago I watched Anton Corbijn's CONTROL, which is an Ian Curtis biopic. Since watching it I've been OBSESSED with Joy Division. Just today I watched the new self-titled documentary, which is full of great interviews by the remaining band members. The record label they were on, Factory, which housed New Order as well, is my favorite label of all time (next to Folkways). Everything they produced, whether it was a poster, a dance club, or a record, was assigned a Factory number. Even a bet between founder Tony Wilson and JD manager Rob Gretten was numbered (FAC 253). The last number ever assigned was Tony Wilson's coffin (FAC 501).
That's about it, except for a wonderful moment at the 4th of July parade here in Provo when a 15-foot monkey balloon came by and a little boy next to Bren and me explained that "Jesus is bigger than that- he's probably huge."
