Tonight, I passed my first major hurdle in Django, and am left with a much deeper understanding of how the Views work. Currently, I can create a blog with the functionality of this one, but that’s NOT ENOUGH. Now, it’s gonna get weird.
And the other day, my flash died for good. The question now posted to me is: New flash, or new camera? Or forget photography? Considering the iStock revenue I’m getting the last option seems out of the question, but then, my current camera only barely produces stock that meets iStock’s specificiations (for hi-res, anyhow. But I’m too snobby to submit low-res).
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On the work front:
It’s been one of those weird periods that freelancers get, where you have several brief windows of opportunity that could result in major advancements. I’m doing work for two firms, an advocacy group (the site just launched, but I didn’t slice or code it), and potentially, a fancy jewelry designer from California.
Speaking of which, it turns out I get to go to Sacramento on my birthday for a kickoff meeting with a new Silas Partners client. FAN-CY. Oddly, it took me five minutes before I remembered that Sacramento was in a state I’d never even been one state away from. This should be interesting.
If you’re curious about anything I’ve done over the past three months, the answer is that a) It’s been a lot, and b) Only one design has reached launch phase at this point (and that one I actually got to code, if you couldn’t tell by the excessive rollover states on everything). Hopefully, there’ll be more soon (the first two projects I worked on in April are on the edge of launch, as are a few small organization sites).
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Pitchfork chose today to review the two albums of my spring freshman semester. After listening to Spoon’s A Series Of Sneaks twice a day for ninety days, I moved onto their pre-Merge stuff. Then, I got on their mailing list and got a fanatical fan to mail me their bootleg-compiled 2-disc rarity set. Then, I bought their new albums. Then, I got depressed.
The moral of this story: A Series Of Sneaks is so much better than every other Spoon album that it’s obscene. The album is like some kind of crazy Bible to me, a jangly richochet-rock White Album and when I saw’em live, they played several of the songs in the album order and I nearly fainted like a southern belle.
Special note: In the new Django blog, filthy posts like this will be sublevel, and fancy tutorials and downloadable playlists will be front and center. You will thank me.
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Current To-Do List:
Call the vet
Get new flash OR talk to Becca
Get the first off so I can hang out with Dora
Myriad site redesign brainstorming
Make totally gross dance/workout mix for Mele and Liz
Launch Joomla sandbox site for clients
Already Done:
Brushing the cats’ teeth. You have not experienced the idea of feline discontent until you’ve tried to brush a cat’s teeth. They will cry, wriggle, jerk left and right, and scratch until free of your hygenic grasp. The funny part: If you have 2 cats, Cat 1 will watch Cat 2 get tortured by El Brusho, and then, when you have to brush cat 2, cat 1 will look on in amusement.
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Music Of The Month:
Man, this is a multi-part.
The new Deerhoof has made a boy like me very happy, with all those fun pop riffs and wake-up-you! vocals.
Jens Lekman is the month’s winner by far: Right up there with the Magnetic Fields, but with an eerie ear/eye for warm lo-fi production. Seriously, “A Sweet Summer’s Night At Hammer Hill” has a bunch of people in a bar simulating a heartbeat by singing “a bump-abump-abumpa-bumpa-bumpa-bumpa-BUMP!”
It’s sickening.
Hey, I finally found a file for the Horrors’ “Sheena Is A Parasite.” Awesome. Girl Talk’s “Hold Up” (I may have mention this) and “Minute By Minute” are crazy mid-90s-indie-modern-rap-masterpieces, the value of which increase ex-po-nentially in relation to your knowledge of both modern rap and mid-90s indie.
CSS’s “Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex” is totally better than their other stuff, which, incidentally, is also very good. Ratatat’s new “Wildcat” is good, but the rest of their new stuff isn’t that good. Ohm’s “Spoon Me” is sublime.
I bought Talk Talk’s “Laughing Stock” due to critical acclaim and am slowly warming to it. I tend to slide towards the more immediate, and thus replay-rewards artists (Ida, Godspeed You Black Emperor, O-Zone) are often lost on me. Talk Talk is making me listen again, and for great stretches. Some of the songs already feel classic, others still feel outdated and long. Hmm.
Man, it’s 1:20 and I’m still watching the American Office Season 2. I should probably got to bed.
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