27 June
So yesterday I played The Langley Schools Music Project--Innocence and Despair basically all day at work.
At one point, the Raccoon popped up to the window between out cubes and said, "What is that?" so I told her the story about the documentary and everything, and when I got to the part where the DJ in New Jersey said, "I thought it sounded like a cult of children, locked in a basement somewhere," she said, "Yes, that's what I thought! It sounded like the music from The Omen!"
It really is spooky, the sadder songs, like "Rhiannon" and "Wildfire" and "Desperado" really do sound kind of ominous. And "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft"? If any occupied interplanetary crafts hear it, they will totally answer if only to find out what planet would contain such freaky space children. Or even that it isn't a message from earth to outer space, but a message coming to us from Out There.
I adore this album. I will buy it for everyone I know. If you know me, you'll either get this or a scarf for Christmas, just telling you now. And since only about seven of you can get the scarves (fewer if I spend as much time un-knitting rows as I did on Tuesday), the rest of you can all brace yourselves.
Amusingly, I was only able to listen to it from 11.30a to 3.30p before the entire department rose up as one and said, "Stop with the evil devil children voices!"
Speaking of children, I'm auditioning boys for Sister Mary on Sunday, and I'm actually kind of thrilled. I've sat in on auditions before this, and taken notes and ran them and done every single thing you can do at auditions other than actually cast from them, and I am quite excited, actually!
Of course, if all of them suck or something, that won't be fun, but just to be able to be the one with absolute authority to say, "You, I bestow upon you, child, the opportunity to be in a show directed by me! Tremble! Tremble before me!"
You know, or something like that. One so rarely has the opportunity to make a solo decision that one is pretty chuffed about it!
By the way, if anyone in the New York area reading this has or knows of a boy who looks eight years old, though if he is nine or ten that would be a plus, who looks innocent and can handle alot of dialogue, let me know, and I'll give you the audition information.
The weather was certainly peculiar yesterday.
I had to go to the post office to mail the rent for the LA office (they have to get it before the 1st, but they refuse to provide a FedEx-able address, so it must be Express Mailed) and the air was like whipped cream, it was so thick. It was hot and thundery, and the sky was threatening, but there was no rain.
At the post office, they rejected my envelope because the stupid postage label had Tuesday's date on it, so I had to go back to the office to get a zero postage label with the right date on it, then back to the post office, which was closed, but since sending it tomorrow is just as good, it didn't really bother me but for the walking back and forth for no good reason.
On the way back to the office, though, the thundering got worse and worse, and then the skies opened. But weirdly, they didn't so much. Each drop that fell was huge, and it kind of looked like there were alot of them, I could see them all around me, and people were running like they were burning embers or something, but I could take a couple of steps without getting hit, and there wasn't anything over my head or anything. It was like I was dodging raindrops, but I really wasn't moving that quickly.
It reminded me of that entry that someone wrote recently, who was it, about rain falling on one lane of the highway and not on the next one over. Was that Sarah? Of course, she took down the other journal, so I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it was her.
Boy, that story would have been better if I could have linked the entry, huh? Anyway, by the time I got back to the office, the rain of strangeness was over, it was just as hot and thick as it was before, I had about twenty rain splotches on my shirt, and people were still huddled under umbrellas.
Because they are made of sugar and will melt.
And, because topica has gone insane and refuses to let poor An Bei post to her notify list, I thought that I would provide a Service to the Internet. That lazy slut finally updated!
Today's
horoscope:
Create a compromise between wanting a new, exciting vocational challenge, versus wanting to consolidate your current position.
One year ago today:
Man, those are what I call good sideburns. Nobody wears sideburns at a reasonable length anymore.
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