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my big head

I am woozy and the apartment is a mess, but I want to poke my head up long enough to say that very occasionally something like this shows up, and in that light if you ask whether it was worth all the time and money and effort, the answer is a certain Yes.

More prosaically, I'm also perfectly content with "He can't sing, but it's all right."

LIST FOR PERSONAL REFERENCE, PROBABLY NOT OF INTEREST UNLESS YOU'RE VERYVERYVICARIOUS

--Ship ¡Llévalo a la Gente (catalog BYZ002) to the nice people who wanted it
--Other music: The South Pole (Berkeley band!), projected solo record Triage (working title), Le Sacre du Printemps for punk quintet. Need a copy of Stravinsky's orchestral score. This dude arranged it for solo acoustic guitar in the eighties, but I need my $90 to move.
--Approaching Zero. Making stabs at it, but difficult under current conditions. Wait, perhaps.
--Clean kitchen. Maybe bake a pie once kitchen is clean.
--Boxes. Sundry boxes.
--Make ancillary domains (paulkerschen.com, byzantinerecords.com) somehow coherent, worth looking at.
--Cancel phone, broadband, newspaper. Cell phone to East Bay area code. Deactivate email, Slap that spam.
--Books into boxes. And so on.
--Viola skillz. Cello skillz. Saxophone skillz. Chris says he'll retrieve his alto sax from Ohio if I make it beautiful. Make Chris's sax beautiful.
--Polish. Get that Polish polished. At least learn how to ask when checkout time is. Once that adventure is over, pick up the German and fucking stick with it before you decide that the language you really need to learn is Tocharian B or something.
--House needs washer and dryer if there are hookups. There are things in the basement that look like hookups; how sad is that, that I don't know what a fucking washing machine hose looks like? House could use a vegetable garden, if it won't be too late to plant this year. A removable soundproofing plug for the window of the music room, maybe one for the adjacent bathroom. Pad the doors? Seal the frame tight, anyway. Some big cheap echo-absorbing rug.
--Rooms need painting; too much flat white. A little later, maybe, once I've convinced the landlady of my aesthetic sense. Kitchen has lots of white tile that would look just lovely with a sky blue. For that matter the exterior of the house could use some jazzing up, but that's a different magnitude of project.
--Call movers. Confirm the existence of a hand truck. All that.

Okay [retracts head into burrow].

 

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