raybear | tattoo of the tonearm on my arm.

Sometimes I think I couldn't do my job if my life depended on it. Parts of it are just SO boring. And I know they have to get done eventually, but sometimes rather than doing it all first, getting it out of the way, then killing some time, I spend the whole day putting it off, then completing the work between 4 and 4:45. And it's not like I'm spending quality time doing other things. Even my time spent online is rather wasteful -- I can't even seem to shirk possibly these days. I'm not reading any articles that are particularly interesting, I'm not doing anything to expressly forward my other career....I'm not even getting any personl e-mails written to friends. Where do these hours go? It's astounding how long it can take to do nothing.

In more exciting news, should anyone happen to look at the new Remix magazine (May issue), check out the letters to the editor. My letter regarding Large Professor got printed. I feel so honored, maybe I should add it to my clips. It's not posted online yet, but it probably will be soon, at this site. The way it's edited makes me sound a bit stilted, though only a few words were removed. They just happened to be transitions. Oh well.

In other music news, it appears I will be DJing an event on May 18th -- an anniversary party benefit for Dignity/Chicago, which is a gay Catholic group. Seriously. But I know the guy who's been volunteering with them for years, and I can play a lot of the fun disco I recently acquired. Oh, and it pays. That's usually the bottom line. I think working the Chicago queer events will probably be my shtick, at least for awhile since that's where most of my contacts lie. But I think for the most part I'm going to limit it to events that will pay me. At least for groups that I'm not particularly invested in -- I'm cool with donating my time to the radical anarchist group providing queer youth space. And probably doing the occasional big gig just to get my name out there.

I suppose it's time to get that last hour of work done so I can leave at 5 pm with a quasi-good conscience.