KjB

Here in kjb world, things are very nice right now. for many reasons. just thought you all would like to know.

otherwise: i’m visiting here in a week and a half. I’m visiting the lovely Laura G. here in a few more weeks. And I may also be going somewhere else…but i’m awiating the high sign on that one.
Trinidad is for work. I’m blown away by what we’re doing - but not sure how many details I can give at the moment. Seattle is for fun. And because Laura is awesome.  The other is for music. But also not for sure.

good things are happening.

It’s occurred to me, after conversing with my new friend, the remarkable Mr. H, about all the fun and smart-people centric things Atlanta has to offer that I’ve done relatively few of them since I moved here. It’s sad really. No, more like utterly embarassing. I’ve been to a great portion of the town’s restaurants, bars, and music venues…but have apparently neglected the cultural and/or quirky sides of GA existance. So - I’m making a list. All the things I can think of that I’ve never done here in town. I’ll be marking them off as I work my way toward becoming a well-rounded Atlantan. (And adding as more come to mind.)
• Zoo
• Fernbank
• Jazz at the High
• The High – any time
• Museum of Design
• Small galleries (yo yo, youngblood, etc.)
• Castleberry Hill art walk (ok, i’ve done this one - but it changes every time)
• Oakland Cemetery tour
• Dad’s garage
• Karaoke (bar or private room)
• Mystery dinner theater
• Quirky off, off, off broadway play
• Movie at the Fox
• Roller skating (I think there’s this place on I-20…)
• Aquarium
• Six Flags

• i checked my bank account today and freaked out because it was healthier than usual. seems i had entirely missed the passing of a payday. i never, ever do that.
• every day for the past 3 weeks my furiously typing fingers have touched at least five different client accounts. if i am anything, i am driven and motivated and endlessly dedicated to matters-of-the-job, but between all of that and freelance and everything else that is weighing on me, i feel as if i have been psychically, emotionally, and intellectually drawn and quartered.
• partially as a response, i joined netflix. my first video is this. i hear it is scary and haunting and visually wonderful. when it arrives, i’ll let you know the verdict.
• the multi-talented dan2 wrote a slyly dark country song for class (which i’ll repost here if he gives consent), and then he ‘took a picture of it’, which i helped with. I snapped the shutter (given dan’s in the shot), i was on glass-breakage patrol, and i’m also there in one more way. Look closely. (see it here.)
• RIP firm de+co. You were a raging, sociopathic bitch with a self-destructive streak a mile wide…but we loved you. There should be a wake. It should involve ridicuously expensive last-minute travel, lots of red bull and vodka, and i should have to sweet-talk homeland security about why we don’t have permission to be there…but yet we are anyway.
• The motorcycle is fixed. I am one short trip to the DMV away from freedom.
• There are 34 more days until the new season of House starts. This is how exciting my life is that I am thrilled about that.

Dan’s Country Song:

That gypsy girl in ole saint duel
She’d swear her heart was just for you
And all the while youd wish it really were true

now youre sittin here finally caged
waiting for the hangman’s rage
and all the while you knew it wasn’t true