Been at home for three days trying to get stuff finished and failing miserably. Margie says elves are to blame and I'm inclined to believe her, but elves can only go so far -- hiding my research, misplacing my interview tapes, etc. The constant fatigue and disinterest and lack of focus are all my own (unless the elves have gone so far as to drug my food, as well).
Dreamed last night that I was in a car with Paul Guadakomeda from the office, Ebe Dancel of Sugarfree, my dancing engineer friend Avel, and Astrid, an old friend from college. Paul was driving. We traveled way way out of the city on a dirt road to a huge mansion of Chinese-influenced architecture, which looked out of place in that remote, sparsely vegetated, almost desert-like area. Inside the mansion was our boss, Vernon. The gist of the dream was that we had all gone there to seek a boon, and we were turned away, boonless, but not exactly surprised or even upset. And then, on the return trip back to the city, I woke up.
I guess the dream was mildly prophetic. I had an idea for our December issue -- that it would be sprinkled throughout with short sweet blog-like essays by the staff (you, me, Peach, Joey, Conch, Denise, Bernie, etc), each on a certain aspect of music -- nothing straitlaced or agenda-laden, just easy-to-read, fun stuff; personal, but not self-indulgent. For example, you on making mix CDs, Peach on recording her debut album, Joey on his out-of-town gig with Skychurch, etc. So of course Vernon shot it down today. Oh well. He claims we focus too much on the staff as it is. That was, of course, not the point of the essays; the point was to focus on music, in an accessible way. We could get a bunch of other writers to write short, blog-like essays on music, and then he could complain about the freelancer payments instead. Anyway, I still think it was a good idea.
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