He’s playing in Seoul with a trio on March 4th. That’s my birthday, and the man can play, so now I’m thinking… Never heard Brad Mehldau? Here’s a gig on NPR that’ll get you thinking about whether you’ll be bumping into me at the show.
Month: January 2009
Weirdest Fanfic Evar!
Wait, not the weirdest fanfic ever — I’m scared to even consider what that might entail. But is the weirdest fanfic ever by me. Not that I’ve written much before this. I’ve never felt even the slightest bit moved to write fanfic, ever, but this scene, this weird neo-Saturday cinema serials thing, just popped into my head, very loosely based on this TV show I’ve been watching. Don’t click on the link: if you don’t know the show, the weirdness won’t hit you (though you should check out this program, it’s worth watching). And if you do know the show, …
Hitting the Gym
I haven’t mentioned it here — unlike on Facebook — but I have been hitting the gym for a little while lately. While, yes, the endorphins actually do kick in once I’ve been doing it a while, and yeah, I do feel a bit healthier after a few days of it, I’ll be really honest: I hate exercising. Everything about it: the sweatiness, the aches and pains, the irritation to my very vulnerable Achilles tendons, the bother of going and doing it, the guilt that kicks in at not doing it (and not having done it enough for most of …
Homeplus, Do You Want My Business? UPDATE: Yes, It Seems You Do! (And Emart Too!) Er, Maybe Not?
UPDATE #2: You can register, but as of right now (24 January) you’re not going to be able to actually order. See here for more information, and further updates. It’s really pretty cool that foreigners can sign up for home delivery of groceries from Tesco/Homeplus. (It strikes me as a sad sign of how bloody low my expectations have sunk that I find it exciting and cool that the same commercial services available to everyone else in the country are made available to us. It’s so little trouble to make a site basically accessible, but so few companies do it. …
Closer To the Mark
You know you’re getting closer to the mark when your story is rejected by the editor, at a magazine where I’ve only always been bounced by the Guardian at the Gates of Slush. It’s not a sale, but yeah, it was a rejection letter that made me smile. And no, I’m not posting it here.