Mon Sep 27 21:22:30 MDT 2004
Plans become uncertain. Writing about the past -- even the immediate past -- seems silly.
Haven't been able to reach the people in Laramie. When I tried calling yesterday, I got an answering machine. Since I dislike talking to answering machines, especially when my intent is to ask questions, I decided not to leave a message, and instead try again later.
Tonight, when I called the same number, I got a disconcerting sign: the generic phone company recording saying that the number is no longer in service! I know that just over 24 hours ago, that number was at least working enough to have an answering machine recording. Am I that unlucky?
[/me now wishes he had taken the time to exchange contact info with more people when the camping trip came to an end last month. But you know what they say about hindsight...]
It also occurs to me that if any of them now tried to visit the website url I previously publicized, there wouldn't be a whole lot to see there. [sigh]
It seems as if we're always running around; either chasing after another elusive dream, or avoiding the ever-looming threats which always creep toward us. One step ahead, one step behind. Such is life in this age.
Naturally, I went to the club again last night. Got there in time to catch the last few songs of the Imperative Reaction show. It was actually some very decent music, unlike the last couple of live acts I briefly glimpsed there. (Ok, so Caustic Soul was good too. But the ones in between sucked. We all know this, They did too, which is probably why they didn't publicize them.)
Is a picture worth a thousand words? Gawd, I look like a dork. I'm almost hesitant to link, but it's already public on livejournal. Yeah, scroll down a bit.
Backstory: DJ Hex was running around taking pictures of various people. He came up to me, and was like, "Hey, you're a veteran around here now. Mind if I take your picture so we can put it up on the website?" Of course, I couldn't refuse that. :)
They REALLY should have gotten a picture of DJ Harlot's "babies". Two of the cutest little doll faces, affixed directly to her chest. (You can sort of see their fuzzy pink hair in the second picture down where she's standing in the DJ booth, but alas, the faces themselves are obscured.)
That outfit was so hilarious that at one point, I couldn't resisit inquiring as to whether they had names. She replied that they didn't, but since I asked, she said she would now have to go home and think up names for them. (Had I been truly bold, I would have offered to go with her to help name them. But... you know me. Shy, stuttering little me. Now I'm thinking, Why didn't I think of that then? Hahaha. Had I done so, I probably would've been shot down hard anyway. Whereas now I have something to smile about. It's all for the best. Or... Yeah. For the best.)
Well...
My theoretical plan, which assumed I would have a destination in Laramie and people there who knew I was coming, involved leaving sometime tomorrow to head north. But now, having failed to establish contact, I find myself contemplating just sticking around here a little longer (I'm behind on preparation anyway), and going straight to the fest later in the week.
Then again, it also occurs as a possiblity to just go to Laramie, see the sights (if there are any such sights to see), check out the dumpster scene around town, and who knows! Maybe if I'm lucky, I might even bump into somebody I know at one of the dumpsters. :)
I think I'll decide tomorrow.
I've been packing up a lot of my stuff as if in preparation for moving. I worked on it a bunch yesterday. As with every move, this naturally also involves shedding more excess belongings. But I need to shed even more!
I don't even know where -- or if -- I'll be moving yet, but my instincts tell me I am doing the right thing.
Today, $mentor[0] and I got together (24 hours later than originally planned, due to an unforeseen event on his end). It was a slightly unusual, in that this time, we spent most of the day just wandering around the city of Denver, stopping at various random places, none of which (except the first -- the Botanic Gardens) had been planned at all beforehand.
We visited a couple of cool record stores, as well as seeing the interior of two of magnificantly constructed places of Christian worship (one Catholic, one Protestant). In the record stores, we naturally gravitated toward different sections, but I think we both had fun. There were some very tempting items which I would have been inclined to purchase, except for the fact that I had put myself on temporary spending probation, which meant that all my bank and credit cards were back in the drawer at home. Exactly where they needed to be.
(With what I did a few weeks ago, I lost a certain degree of trust in my own ability for self-restraint. I am gradually rebuilding that trust, but even with trust being rebuilt, at present, I have no income! Therefore, yes, once again, it is all for the best.)
It's been raining outside tonight. Rain tends to make dumpster diving interesting. That's one word for it, anyway. Interesting.
Well, that's where I am tonight. Ready to conclude. Shall I simply stop writing unceremoniously, or drag up some meaningful-seeming lyric snippet to post? I like the latter idea better.
Or I could just link.