jonvanoss
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
I didn't even hand you my coat!
Added a couple new graphics. Blah blah blah. A banner with my face on it multiple times, and also a new link to www.jonvanoss.com on the side. Click on the logo to go there... I hope tonight to add some music. Keep your fingers crossed.
This week I'm swamped with work. Probably 60 hours before the week is done. But I'm encouraged because my biggest event went off without a hitch. The only thing about weeks like this that really bugs me is that I can't write as much music...
Lately this awful feeling of semi-contentedness has settled over me, or rather slimed its way onto me. This semi-contented feeling isn't right because I am not satisfied living in this town. I've wanted to be in New York City for years now... But the money just isn't there, and I don't have the chutzpah to just get up and go. Sooner or later, I keep telling myself.
I find also that I have a very low thresh-hold for tolerating things that really make me mad. I had lunch with my sister today and there was a Hope College girl sitting near us who carried herself in such a way as to suggest that she was better than everyone in the room. People who have that ability make me jealous, but also just plain bug me. I made a point to ask my sister if she knew this girl and made no secret of the fact that I was talking about her and pointing at her. Oh, and she noticed but didn't have much reaction... Maybe she really is better than everything else. At any rate, it was a pleasant lunch save for that one annoyance.
Two nights ago I tried to fix my broken drum machine. I started by unscrewing and opening it up to look at the circuitry inside. Satisfied that nothing looked out of the ordinary, I blew on it and poked at a few things with a screwdriver. Still no luck. Slamming it on the floor also changed nothing. Neither did stomping on it. I don't think either of those violent action made things worse, but they didn't make things better. The moral of the story is that violence doesn't solve problems... And I need to a get a new drum machine...
End.
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This week I'm swamped with work. Probably 60 hours before the week is done. But I'm encouraged because my biggest event went off without a hitch. The only thing about weeks like this that really bugs me is that I can't write as much music...
Lately this awful feeling of semi-contentedness has settled over me, or rather slimed its way onto me. This semi-contented feeling isn't right because I am not satisfied living in this town. I've wanted to be in New York City for years now... But the money just isn't there, and I don't have the chutzpah to just get up and go. Sooner or later, I keep telling myself.
I find also that I have a very low thresh-hold for tolerating things that really make me mad. I had lunch with my sister today and there was a Hope College girl sitting near us who carried herself in such a way as to suggest that she was better than everyone in the room. People who have that ability make me jealous, but also just plain bug me. I made a point to ask my sister if she knew this girl and made no secret of the fact that I was talking about her and pointing at her. Oh, and she noticed but didn't have much reaction... Maybe she really is better than everything else. At any rate, it was a pleasant lunch save for that one annoyance.
Two nights ago I tried to fix my broken drum machine. I started by unscrewing and opening it up to look at the circuitry inside. Satisfied that nothing looked out of the ordinary, I blew on it and poked at a few things with a screwdriver. Still no luck. Slamming it on the floor also changed nothing. Neither did stomping on it. I don't think either of those violent action made things worse, but they didn't make things better. The moral of the story is that violence doesn't solve problems... And I need to a get a new drum machine...
End.
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