As it is, we've been lucky. Lenny has been perfectly healthy so far, she's an absolute sweetheart; I mean, 10/10: would have baby again! I'll get to spend probably another couple months here in Austin (at least) before I have to leave for my still-hypothetical job. In its own right, this job pursuit has taken a turn for the comical. Before October, I had never been to Oregon. I had been to Alaska, California, Washington, BC, and Yukon (not technically Pacific, but whatever), but with the next upcoming trip* I will have been to Portland thrice in the span of three months. So fingers crossed for this one. (Actually, really it's two interviews in one, one job in Portland, one in Albany, NY, so we'll see what happens. If I miss out on
It's probably time to start baby-proofing the apartment. Won't be too long before Lenny is mobile one way or the other. We're going to remove the coffee table (read: junk accumulator) in the living room so she has a space to play, but we'll have to seal off the kitchen, train ourselves to keep the bathroom door closed, anchor furniture, cover corners, etc. This is one of my top priorities when we get back. The nice thing about being unemployed is that I'll have the opportunity to do whatever needs to be done. I'll get a lot of quality time with Lenny while Ariane is in class. Not sure how we're going to pull it off, exactly, but we'll figure it out. In the meantime, I present Clarence and Leonard.
*So this second opportunity has bubbled up right quick. I interviewed over the phone before Thanksgiving, never got word as to whether they wanted me to fly up despite my inquiring a couple weeks later, then got a call out of the blue a couple nights ago from the same company for a different position. This time, the interviewer said they wanted to move quickly, and at the end of the interview he told me he really liked me and would let me know the next day. So naturally he called me at 1:00 pm the next day and I was still asleep (because I am roughly on the same level as a sack of garbage right now), said he'd like me to fly up to Portland to interview for both job the Portland and Albany jobs (the Albany job doesn't exist yet, so they were going to do it in Portland regardless) on Jan. 8, and asked if I had any requests for the flight. Since I didn't want to be like "Give me a chance to wake up" at 1 pm, I just said (in my most not-just-woken-up voice possible, "No, none"), so they booked the flight for me. I leave on Jan 7 at 3:00 pm Austin time, fly through San Jose with no plane change, then arrive in Portland at 7:15 pm Pacific. Also, this. I'll be lucky to catch any of it. This is decidedly not full of win. In fact, the amount of win contained in this is quite low. Plus I'm going to miss the Mizzou game unless I can watch from Germany. At least that one is at a reasonable hour (9:30 pm Central European Time).
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On a completely unrelated note, since I've been by my lonesome for a while now, I've had the opportunity to investigate some new music. Generally, music isn't my thing (my hobbies are 1) raging at the news and 2) sports), so I'm pretty slow on the uptake - I'm the kind of guy who when I start liking a band hipsters will then accuse them of selling out or being so mainstream... don't worry hipsters, I hate the Dirty Projectors and Animal Collective! But lemme tell you what, I just discovered Mastodon through Crack the Skye, and hoo boy is that band (and specifically that album) awesome. Of course, those pretentious dicks at Pitchfork only give it an 8.0/10.0 (album reviews to 1 decimal point, FTW, Pitchfork!).
My faith in the ability of some people to make metal that is actually good has been restored. Moreover, it's a concept album. I love concept albums, if they're well executed. What's the story? Let's take it from Wikipedia:
"There is a paraplegic and the only way that he can go anywhere is if he astral travels. He goes out of his body, into outer space and a bit like Icarus, he goes too close to the sun, burning off the golden umbilical cord that is attached to his solar plexus. So he is in outer space and he is lost, he gets sucked into a wormhole, he ends up in the spirit realm and he talks to spirits telling them that he is not really dead. So they send him to the Russian cult, they use him in a divination and they find out his problem. They decide they are going to help him. They put his soul inside Rasputin's body. Rasputin goes to usurp the czar and he is murdered. The two souls fly out of Rasputin's body through the crack in the sky(e) and Rasputin is the wise man that is trying to lead the child home to his body because his parents have discovered him by now and think that he is dead. Rasputin needs to get him back into his body before it's too late. But they end up running into the Devil along the way and the Devil tries to steal their souls and bring them down…there are some obstacles along the way."OMFG that's awesome. And another album of theirs was based on Moby Dick. Jeebus. This is officially in my #3 favorite concept album of all time, behind Red Headed Stranger (#1) and OK Computer (#2), (look, Ma! I've got eclectic taste in music!) and now ahead of The Downward Spiral, which has been hurt by the fact that Trent Reznor no longer owns the most emotional song on the album (and maybe in the entire Nine Inch Nails catalog for that matter, this would be "Hurt," which now forever belongs to Johnny Cash; sometimes someone just comes along and Jimi Hendrixes your "All Along the Watchtower"). I haven't had time to swallow Leviathan or any of their other albums, but I am looking forward to it.
