So strange to go grab a bite in Ballard, then log back into my laptop and have an IM conversation about a project with our company's co-founder, as I open a revised document and have a conversation with the writer simultaneously.  It's satisfying the "internet commercial" lifestyle I'm living.  The hip factor is probably 10% of it.  

 

The rest is this manifestation of a string matrix with the rest of God's universe - nothing like the physical chains of the manufacturing or management industries of old - connections that reach out to me as I reach out to them, and an objective medium that facilitates such a quality.  Maybe you're living this lifestyle with me and wonder why it's such a big deal.  Maybe you're not living this way yet and you're wondering what dreamworld I'm living in.  This interaction is not inherent without some outside intervention, but it's inherently possible with every sentient being on the planet.  Would that I remember this when I wake at 7am on a Monday, self-flagellating over some email I neglected to send.

 

"it is no more than two steps to the door of the friend:
you are stopping with the first step."  -azizi

More than anyone else I can think of in the last thirty seconds, Bob Dylan epitomizes the transmogrification of myth in a post-Darwinian and post-McLuhan world. The artist has done a good job obfuscating his story to a point where his biography resembles metafiction (which drives any real mythos) rather than any significant assembly of facts. Hence, I'm excited about Todd Haynes' upcoming meta-biopic utilizing 6 different actors to play Dylan in a chronologically disjointed way.  I would have thought "ho-hum, someone else building a resume by gimmicks and celebrity regurgitation" - my mind was changed by one cover taken from the soundtrack - Willie Nelson covering "Senor" with Calexico.  So effortless and yet so clearly envisioned by Haynes.  The whole soundtrack is a bunch of collaborations between my favorite artists in the "new American traditional" vein: Sonic Youth, Wilco, Mark Lanegan, Calexico, Iron & Wine, Pavement, My Morning Jacket, Cat Power, Tom Verlaine, etc.

It's been a long time...since I left you...

 

Filling up on Night Owl Pumpkin Ale - hooowheee, what a treat.  If you live in Seattle, don't bother with the other fall seasonals - this is the one to drink.

 

I spent the evening in the kitchen, what a thrill.  These last 3 weeks have been stressful.  Nothing like cooking to unwind.  Most of my work recently has been Pizzas - I have reading back through an old friend's pizza book.  Tonite was the Pizza Veradura - Broccoli Rabe, Olive Oil, Mushroom, and Italian Sausage.  Turned out a little wet, but overall perfect for flavor. I would drain the cheese a bit more, cook the rabe a bit more, and get some fresh parsley and more garlic to add to the final mix.

 

Given how crazy both L and I's worlds are right now, I'm really looking forward to lots of new recipes this winter.

 

Other than that, I'm trying to stay off the computer after five, spending my evening hours reading John Irving - that guy is totally zany!

 

Jason