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| Braxton:
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Could give ya 300 cash...today if your interested?
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James:
Hi Braxton, thanks for taking an interest in the amp.
I'll take $350 for the amplifier.
If that sounds good to you, It's ready for you to pick up anytime you'd like.
My cell phone # is (321) xxx-xxxx.
Thanks and kind regards,
James
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Braxton:
My dad is in the band Kansas and told me no more than 300.....let me know if u change ur mind
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| new (last) school term began today. i'm convinced the professors are
attempting to make me commit suicide. i'll ace everything as long as i resist.
piece of cake.
the
new job is what you'd call radass. i'm operating all of the production
for the now three man strong agency i'm working with, which chiefly
involves playing with power tools at my own pace in a really nice
workshop about the size of my house. i'll probably be bringing home
scraps of vinyl large enough to make wall stickers and all sorts of fun
stuff out of. it might keep me pinned down in gainesville indefinitely, but
we'll see what i can come up with to keep that from happening.
the life of provincial adventure.
riveting. absolutely riveting.
 | Currently Listening
Leave It Alone
not the album (which is horrid), but the kissy sellout 'just a song about ping pong' remix. makes me sweaty.
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| that's right, kids: i won't be on procrastinated, caffeine-addled, all-night work binges anymore until early jamuary 2008, when i'll be furiously tearing my hair out getting a couple of portfolios together in the final semester of my design track at santa fe. it's possibly my last term of college, lest i S enough D for the money to return to university for a real degree and a real education (read: visual theory and solution conceptualization, not just software and production skills). this is something i'd really love to do, if for anything to be immersed in more inspiring peer work.
this final project's brief was to create packaging for animal crackers aimed at bum hipster college students like me. i came up with some cute vector characters called "cu-bits", an anagram for biscuit.
 
 
they've each pretty fun personalities: the bear is a sixth-year senior after belushi's character in animal house. the elephant is his childhood friend and roommate who graduated a year early. he works as a junior executive gopher bitch in a tall building downtown. the panda is a ceramics major who loves second hand stores and is worried about getting forehead wrinkles from playing trumpet, which she loves to do. and the rushed, badly illustrated lion is what we'd simply call a "solid dude". i'm hoping i'll be able to convince the critique that this is actually good and well-thought out.
i'm superlatively optimistic about what i'm bound for in the next few months. this afternoon i'm being interviewed for an entry level position by neutral7 design group, a young, experimental new agency who is combining design and production in one house. making my way into this agency might severely affect the plans i've had concerned with moving out of town this coming year if i enjoy working with them enough. my immediate thoughts are completely consumed by the possibilities here, which are of course contingent upon actually getting the job, but i've never in my life had an opportunity to be this close to employment which didn't involve sub-human degradation and enormous physical sacrifice.
maybe that's yet to be determined. either way, i'm fucking chuffed about it and am hoping for this to work out. being a broke and aimless student has been pretty rad for the past six years, but i'm ready to spend some disposable income. i haven't been able to actually buy christmas and birthday gifts for everyone i've wanted to in years.
i should also mention in this entry, as andy suggested that i "blog" this piece of information, that according to a handwritten note taped to the wayward council's display window, i live next door to what AP magazine allegedly calls the "greatest folk musician of all time", paul baribeau(sp). i wouldn't quote anyone on that though. | | |
| i'm at home alone while the entire house is out visiting parents for thanksgiving, and it's peaceful but oddly boring.
gainesville folks are a queer and triflin' bunch. when i have a gainesville friend of mine stop in for a visit, they'll typically sit down on the sofa, stare at something on the shelf, or take some reading material from the table while i engage them in some catch-up conversation. it makes me wish i hadn't, so i try to open up a more sincere dialogue.
"can i get you some coffee or tea?"
"oh, no thanks. i actually just ate. what are you doing today?"
"i'm doing this."
"okay. rad."
i assume at this point that my company realizes that i likely wouldn't find the time to bring them along to rub elbows with tall, bearded boys in bands or skinny girls with loose morals, or free beers, or whatever they're after. i bring some hot water and cups out.
"i think i should get going. i've got to be at work in two hours."
i think you should sit down and have some fucking tea with me.
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