Tonight, for the first time in a while, I feel free from the pressure of deadlines, and it is a nice feeling. Well, I do have to put the finishing touches on a few articles for Retail Traffic, it’s true. But at least I don’t have the feeling of needing to write thousands of words hanging over me. Instead, I sit in the La-Z-Boy, drinking an Oskar Blues Ten Fidy, having just polished off dinner and a few episodes of Deadwood, listening to the distant sound of cars rolling by and trying to persuade the cat not to lie on my stomach. I suppose “persuade” is not really the most accurate word. And now he has prevailed and is purring loudly and lying on my wrists and making it very difficult to type.
What’s on the horizon? I have some posts to think about for Scanning the Dial, some work to do for the Amazon Conservation Association, posts to write for the Future of Music Coalition’s blog. And Wednesday I will be up very, very early to help out with my mom’s first farmers’ market under the Smart Markets banner, way out at the Fair Lakes Whole Foods. I’m working at that market for just a month, but for the whole season at the market at the Reston Town Center, as the so-called “market master.” Right on.
Meanwhile, I still have much digging to do in my own community garden plot, though with all this rain I’m not sure when I’ll get around to that.
I’ve gotten into playing Scrabulous on Facebook. At first I was just playing people I knew, but in my search for satisfying and multiple simultaneously games I started looking for opponents whom I don’t know. I’m sort of amazed at all the women who have to specify “no pervs” in their game requests. Amazed, I guess, but not surprised. But I really don’t understand how perviness and Scrabble go hand in hand. I mean, if I were a perv and seeking to inflict said perviness on other, and I also enjoyed Scrabble, I think I’d keep the two predilections separate, and indulge the perviness elsewhere. I can’t imagine how the two coexist all that well within the confines of a Scrabble game. But maybe I should broaden my horizons.
It’s official: I’m going to Bonnaroo. I am super excited.
Posted by nedlog at April 21, 2008 11:05 PM | TrackBack