  What a sunset!! Stunning! Pet Headlines: Thunder has a new bed outside. A small dog crate with a blanket inside (which he tried to piss on when he found it on the floor of the house before making the bed). Hes still only allowed inside when under hip-hop supervision. No puppy will live at my house.
A resounding no from the folks when I mentioned it. Sad, I know, but I dont know how to train a puppy nor do I know what my life is going to look like schedule-wise enough to know if/how I would take care of her. Its just not responsible at this point. Nor is it possible, living in my parents investment. And the rest of the days news: Speaking of my parents investments, Julian is now a 200 acre property. They bought the land situated above their house on the hill where the road runs.
No, they dont need more space. They bought it to ensure they dont have any neighbors looking down on them, ruining the privacy. Neighbors its no longer Old Man Rutherford up the road whod get drunk and shoot off his pistols who gets talked about. Now, its some idiot woman who has been squatting up there. Literally squatting! She has no septic system and has been shitting in the woods like a bear.
Were all but convinced that shell be growing dope out there. Seems she thinks shes in no-mans-land. Doesnt realize that those low-flying planes that swoop by regularly are only there to monitor that possibility. Nor does she realize that shes trying to build without a permit in the very place that gets flooded every time it rains. Shell be wrapped in a wool blanket like a wet rat on the local news soon enough. Postmodern jazz on 88.5 playing some unconventional shit (it's a distance-learning class, complete with lecture on what we're hearing).
Taking a break from the ordinary in music as I take a break from decorating the house. As usual, my body is a wreck tonight. I need to sit. All dressed up this morning in healed boots and my favorite shirt to head down south to my Enterprise interview. Oh, and I wore pants too?. It went really well.
Rather idyllically aside from the question I got right at the beginning. So, youre a writer? Why are you applying for a job with us instead of a writing job? Dont worry; I did a spin maneuver and explained the market for a writer, the inconsistency and the mystery of when your work will be in vogue and therefore marketable. Explained the importance of being in the world, not just behind a monitor. If I could have written my response and mailed it to her later, I would have added the maturation thats required to be a talent in that field.
And the fact that writing, creatively at least, involves a level of self-exposure that sometimes makes the whole affair look more appealing when its kept to myself as mine and no one elses. The woman was verbal, fun, and very easy to get on with immediately after meeting her. None of the judgmental pretense I fear in job interviews. I did well, I know it. Yet, Ill be going through three more interviews before hiring if it happens at all. And disconcerting to me, they made me sign a waiver for them to do a credit check among other things.
Ha. If that really matters, Im in deep shit. Its only if theyll allow me to explain the situation (being out of work forever?! ) that Ill be cleared. Back to the subject of writing, Ive received another two DVDs from Netflix today. Deconstructing Harry !!
I havent seen it in far too long, and I cant wait to throw it on and settle down into my bed. The whole premise is about what happens when youve written about your life and the people in it. The backlash of the exposthe wonderful Judy Davis storming in on his apartment and pulling a gun on the motherfucker. And the inevitable blurring of lines between fiction and real life. I got the Station Agent too, one that Ive seen but Bryan has not. Its wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
Ms. Clarkson is fabulous (the heroin-addicted, German, lesbian Fassbinder actress in Cholodenkos High Art who I fell for). Body hurt. Films good. Since I was all dressed up, I stopped by moms to talk and share the latest. Seems like I dont see her very often these days. The last time was fathers day.
We went out for a superb bite of sushi at the new addition of Sushi on the Rock to her neighborhood. Hamachi like butter that wowed her into a vow of returning with the rest of the family some night soon. She asked me to order for us since shes below even novice status when it comes to raw fish. A spicy hamachi roll and a plate of seared and peppered ahi on a plate of greens, then a single order of hamachi nigiri. All things Ive had before and figured shed like. She was stunned, and frankly so was I.
Good call! Turning someone on to sushi is a sort of honor like de-virginization. Spreading my hedonism is a joy. And I expect to get another chance to show off my tastes when my cousin Elizabeth comes out for my brothers wedding. Fellow SDans: any thoughts? No, I dont need help.
But more input is best! 
