tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61271212011-04-21T14:13:05.712-05:00curious thoughts and remembrancesChadwicknoreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1088663475309108222004-07-01T01:26:00.000-05:002004-07-01T01:31:15.310-05:00

way down inside, woman you need it. loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove. you need coolin, and i ain't foolin. (guitar solo). i'm gonna give you every inch of my love. shake for me girl. i wanna be your backdoorman(!). Uh, keep a cooly, baby.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1084863456308748922004-05-18T01:55:00.000-05:002004-05-18T01:59:20.613-05:00

That's my thought for the night. My dad used to comment on rock in the 90's, saying that it was common for bands then to have a softer verse then a loud, distorted chorus. It's definitely very characteristic of that era. So, has anyone ever had a loud verse then a soft chorus? What new rock genre could this idea spawn? Anti-grunge? Think about that...

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1084693379883937282004-05-16T02:21:00.000-05:002004-05-16T02:42:59.883-05:00

For the past couple of days, I've been scouting out some recording equipment. It's been about 3 years since I had decent gear to record songs with, so needless to say, I'm pretty excited. I plan on making an album this summer... I'm not sure what it's going to turn out to be. I've been writing a few songs on my guitar in the past couple of months, but that's pretty much just chords and words.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1083486558762603732004-05-02T03:29:00.000-05:002004-05-02T03:33:39.403-05:00

Today I got a hold of some new sequencing software, and spent about 7 hours with it. Just decided to let myself go and have some fun. I decided to experiment with a mix between the Chemical Brothers' "My Elastic Eye" and Outkast's "ATLiens". I threw in a little Aphex Twin, but it's completely unrecognizable. The result is a 3-minute track... a remix I guess. You can download it by clicking

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1083201645248022672004-04-28T20:20:00.000-05:002004-04-28T20:25:01.560-05:00

Just thought I'd give a heads up to the community: The TV show "24" is the new hot item among hipsters and emo detectives. If you can't get around to watching all 72 episodes, you should at least go read the summaries of every episode so that you're not embarrassed during conversation at the art opening you're going to this Friday.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1083046033579904432004-04-27T01:07:00.000-05:002004-04-27T01:11:27.530-05:00

I'm on an email list for Csound, which is kind of a programming language for making music, and lately the people on there have been talking a bit about "wavelets". I'm pretty uneducated on the stuff, so I'm going to look stuff up on the internet about it and blog about it... because I think it's cool, even though you probably don't. What are Wavelets? Good question. According to this site, "

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1082680785603405192004-04-22T19:39:00.000-05:002004-04-22T19:43:53.450-05:00

Man, was I excited about that thing. Too bad it was lackluster. The first act was DJ (something I don't remember). He played rave music. It wasn't very interesting. The second act was Cassetteboy. They take sound clips of famous people and well-known songs and slice them up and put them back together into a collage of sex, drugs, and politics. The recordings they make were pretty

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1081794270249856302004-04-12T13:24:00.000-05:002004-04-12T13:28:24.123-05:00

It's 1:18pmish and I'm listening to The Chemical Brothers' "Surrender", eating some baby carrots, preparing for some hours of work at home. WORK AT HOME? That's right, I don't work at AuctionBin anymore. At least, not on a regular basis. I'm more of a consultant now. I'm doing some web programming for them, as well as a couple other clients. Shit. I don't have much blogging motivation. A

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1078848205358710122004-03-09T10:03:00.000-06:002004-03-09T10:06:32.653-06:00

This morning I woke up at 8, and I made myself some scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. I decided that I would make sure I felt well by taking one of Nicole's Claritin (I'll buy some more, Nicole :) ). A good day's start. Now I sit at work, having arrived early and let myself in through the back door before anyone else arrived. It's a surreal feeling. The lights are off and I'm the only one

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1078351404030761752004-03-03T16:03:00.000-06:002004-03-03T16:07:44.810-06:00

When I was walking back from FreshPlus, OJ and Cracker Jack in hand, I saw a group of six or seven people walking down the street together. They were all carrying door flyers, and every one of them appeared to have Down Syndrome. As I past each one of them, they all gave me a very happy smile, and a couple of them lent me a jolly "hello". I got back to my house and found a Domino's Pizza flyer

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1078341184638394982004-03-03T13:13:00.000-06:002004-03-03T13:16:03.733-06:00

Today, I am sick. Perhaps it was the hard-partying weekend, or the long bikerides to and from work, or the fact that my roommate has been sick for a week or so, but whatever it was, I am sick. My whole body aches and I feel really tired. My tonsils might be a little swollen. Suffice to say, I didn't go to work today. Sick Day! So far my Sick Day has consisted of staying in bed until noon,

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1078295540270981902004-03-03T00:32:00.000-06:002004-03-03T00:35:18.373-06:00

Today I was thinking about Friendster, and the capabilities it lacks. It all came to mind because today is my friend Fabi's birthday, and I assume she posted something to the Friendster bulletin board about it, but you never get notified by e-mail about those posts, only about personal messages. So I thought, "Why doesn't Friendster allow you to send a personal message to a list of people?"

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1077649059442669522004-02-24T12:57:00.000-06:002004-02-24T13:35:59.043-06:00

Squarepusher's coming April Something-eth. He's playing at Antone's. Tickets are like 18 bucks. I already have mine. They're selling them at 33 degrees, probably at Waterloo, probably elsewhere. Who else wants to go? Go buy your ticket. This dood doesn't tour much, and it should be... exhilirating, or perhaps brain-paining. Anyway, GO TO THIS CONCERT. He's got the Neptunes, Thom Yorke,

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1076906880708362822004-02-15T22:48:00.000-06:002004-02-15T22:50:36.546-06:00

Hello, I'm reporting to you live from inside the Smiths' house in Georgetown, Massachusetts. I have been drinking margaritas and Harpoon IPA and playing the "dictionary game". Several members of my extended family are inebriated, and my aunt Peggy came out with a narrow victory over me, trotting in at second place. Today was a celebration of my grandmother's 85th birthday. There were a total

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1076765131591718512004-02-14T07:25:00.000-06:002004-02-14T07:28:05.543-06:00

Word, Oh, irony. The night before I leave for Massachusetts for 4 days, it decides to snow in Austin. It was gorgeous last night seeing those fat flakes fall. I'm off! To the airport in just a little bit. My flight will probably be delayed by this snow. More time to sleep before seeing the family. I just made a couple of snowballs with the snow off of Nicole's car, and threw them at the

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1076660929659609762004-02-13T02:28:00.000-06:002004-02-13T02:31:21.793-06:00

Hello, Blog. We've grown somewhat distant. And although we meet in passing this night, forsooth, here comes a topic more appealing than this meta-chatter which we have presently pursued. The lens, it can only focus on one depth. One looks to the distance, and the nearby assumes a fuzz. I was waiting for my toast, but the toaster, it was unplugged. I looked towards the future, and the sirens

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1076529486061803312004-02-11T13:58:00.000-06:002004-02-11T14:01:16.390-06:00

I showed up at work at 6:30 this morning to aid in a breaking news story: AuctionBin is Poised to Rule the Austin eBay Consignment Market

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1076198619810459732004-02-07T18:03:00.000-06:002004-02-07T18:06:04.873-06:00

Sammy and I recently purchased (I still owe him my half) a pair of Stanton STR8-60 turntables and a mixer and, whee, are they fun! Since starting to mess with them last night I've already spent at least 4 hours on them, setting out on a quest to be an amateur DJ. Right now, we don't have that much to work with as far as vinyl goes. Sammy bought a few 99 cent records at Half Price Books,

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1075622521425976762004-02-01T00:19:00.000-06:002004-02-01T02:04:17.360-06:00

I'm in San Antonio, typing on my brother's new iBook. Behind me, my father is conversing with his friend Dave about basses. My mother and brother have gone to bed, as they both must attend church tomorrow at 11am. I haven't been to church in a long time. Tonight, in my old room, I happened across a scrapbook made by the Girl I dated for 2 years, back in the day. I met her at church. Looking

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1075541893493373612004-01-31T03:38:00.000-06:002004-01-31T03:40:27.640-06:00

bandpass filters. steep rolloff. section into thin slices of frequency range many nice songs. time-stretch to beat-match, and maybe pitch-shift. randomly mix slices. play as one. do many times. create genetic algorithm for slice-mixing success. breed new music. talk to Michael about general information theory and omega research possibilities for making slice-mixtures, and for genetic

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1075451140069404222004-01-30T02:25:00.000-06:002004-01-30T02:27:52.936-06:00

I've always been predominantly math-minded. I'm a problem-solver. And that's why I'm not comfortable being happy. Where's the problem to solve in that? I need something to figure out, some system to analyze, some policies to establish, some mistakes to recognize. A 'friend recently posed the possibility to me that maybe I want to be sad. My response to her was "I don't think I want to be

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1075361970134358272004-01-29T01:39:00.000-06:002004-01-29T01:41:41.560-06:00

I was reading a friend's blog just now, admiring various aspects of his writing, when it sunk in that it was time to go to bed, so I went to brush my teeth. I brushed them as usual, starting with the molars and so on, and finished with a gargle and a hack and a spit. The spit was bloody. This has happened before. Perhaps a toothbrush bristle hits my gum wrong, or I haven't flossed recently

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1074798807021619532004-01-22T13:13:00.000-06:002004-01-22T13:19:20.090-06:00

So, for those not in the know, I work at a small start-up that sells things for people on eBay. Pictured here is our latest consignment. It weighs about, oh, 8000 pounds. Did I mention that I'm the one in charge of shipping here?

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1074761281618207562004-01-22T02:48:00.000-06:002004-01-22T02:50:03.216-06:00

The Hourglass is a symbol of time and its urgency, but also of the female form. In either case, it is a subject of fixation, awe-inspiration, anxiety-inducement. It is beautiful and has the power to enslave.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1074456101876351522004-01-18T14:01:00.000-06:002004-01-18T14:03:39.280-06:00

Friendster, Blogger, and numerous other sites offer a lovely proposition when you "log in" to them: "Remember Me". It's good to know that something out there will do so. I have the bones of at least 3 new songs worked out, 2 of which focus on an all-too-familiar subject that happens to have a new instance in my life, and the 1 other tune being about a teenager whom I am still trying to know

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1073861509227815472004-01-11T16:48:00.000-06:002004-01-11T16:52:09.563-06:00

Hrm... my financial life is stabilizing and improving... my laptop is kaput... my roommate is still out of town... my brother is turning 17... and I'm flying to Massachusetts for a few days in February to celebrate my Grandmother's 85th birthday. I signed into Friendster for the first time in maybe a week today. That thing is starting to get boring. I'm trying out a different prescription for

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1071043301124096012003-12-10T01:46:00.000-06:002003-12-10T02:01:53.543-06:00

I really like Air. The band, not the greek element. I borrowed Nicole's stolen copy of "Moon Safari" a couple of weeks ago, and I just got around to listening to it today, on my headphones, on my way to work, on the bus, and on the sidewalk. I've heard the album before, but never had the distinct pleasure of listening to it on headphones, which is always better, except for the "booty" genre.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1070951466526761802003-12-09T00:17:00.000-06:002003-12-09T00:31:18.390-06:00

Today, I had an eye exam for contact lenses. This event has excited me to no end. Before today, I had had one eye exam ever, and that was the beginning of my senior year of high school (Fall '97). Since then, I've had the same pair of glasses. I have astigmatism (not to mention red-green colorblindness!) and my vision has deteriorated in the past six years. I was giddy during my eye exam.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1070703326570495772003-12-06T03:16:00.000-06:002003-12-06T03:35:37.646-06:00

I got picked on a good deal when I was younger. I'm not sure if it was more than most kids experienced, I think it was, or maybe I just didn't take it well. Tonight, again, I realized that it's left a residue that still hasn't gone away. Ridiculous, huh? Today, walking to the bus stop from work, a man asked me for something. I'm not sure what it was he wanted, but nevertheless I said

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1070248069466266522003-11-30T21:05:00.000-06:002003-11-30T21:07:59.443-06:00

Home. Alone. Nicole's in Wisconsin. I've been in front of a computer all day, working on a couple of different projects. And I'm not done yet. Something comes loose in my brain if I can't have at least one good conversation with a friend in a day. I am now resorting to listening to Weezer's first album and singing along to make myself feel better. Boohoo...

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1070237295755451962003-11-30T18:07:00.000-06:002003-11-30T18:08:25.690-06:00

This one's for me more than for you: that birthday party I went to at Taco Land when I was 10 was for my parents' friend Guy, not Don. My bad. Thanks to my Dad for setting me straight.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1070006243134055102003-11-28T01:57:00.000-06:002003-11-28T01:57:32.506-06:00

It was a good Thanksgiving. I grew up in San Antonio, in Monte Vista historic district to be exact. Our house is probably about 90 years old. It's big, 2 stories, a porch, and upstairs porch, 3 bedrooms. And it's old, did I mention that? Coming back here is always a trip. It really takes me back. One of the things about this house that stands out to me is the water. Granted, San Antonio

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069917374438738082003-11-27T01:16:00.000-06:002003-11-27T01:16:23.283-06:00

Most of mainstream hiphop sucks, in my opinion. (Ooo, "big pimpin" is on, that song rules). I'm in San Antonio, and a little scatterbrained. I've tried my hand at rapping, just a little bit. I wonder if I could flow someday. Maybe if I can't reach flowdom, I could at least be a good producer. I like droppin beats. Anyway. Parker Posie is so cute it makes me sad. I watched "Waiting for

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069783417169670262003-11-25T12:03:00.000-06:002003-11-25T12:03:45.763-06:00

I just shipped a toaster that has the "longest, deepest, and widest slots for toasting oversized bread and bagels." Pretty sexy, hm? And before that I shipped a veritable shrine to Dan Marino. Quite a collection of memorabilia: hats, a jersey, cards, earrings, a mug, a vest and bowtie, a newspaper, a magazine, even a box of Wheaties from years ago (Wheaties still inside!). I thought, "how

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069744158020373372003-11-25T00:49:00.000-06:002003-11-25T01:09:26.440-06:00

Last week my boss at the "start-up" told me that they're not doing too hot, financially-speaking. So, he's cutting my hours in half. At least I'm not the guy who got fired. This change, of course, means that I have to find... A NEW JOB! I can't support myself on 20 hours a week. Funny, it's like I'm experiencing that whole dot-com boom of the nineties... new office, vaguely-defined job

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069733269379439382003-11-24T22:06:00.000-06:002003-11-24T22:07:57.750-06:00

Hi all. I moved my blog so that I don't write embarrassing stuff on a webpage that my employers or prospective employers might see. Next task is to try and move my old blog entries over here.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737952173565162003-11-24T03:37:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:26:00.423-06:00

I love ending nights with toast, cottage cheese, and garlic salt. Did a revolution occur in the 60's? Is hiphop the next phase of that revolution? With some questions, only time will tell. The Mr. Lif / Aesop Rock show tonight was tremendous. They went from party to political, debates to dance. This music, as a medium, is the most powerful in recent history. Hippies? Hoppies? Word. Chad

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737913984686002003-11-22T06:15:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:25:22.223-06:00

Today I attended a lecture given by Dr. Jean Claude Risset. He is one of the foremost names in the history of computer music. He is French, and he is a pleasant lecturer. His lecture concerned human perception of musical sound. Specifically, he discussed some of the discrepencies between physics-based predictions of acoustic phenomena and human perception. In other words, we filter what we

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737853695885522003-11-18T11:49:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:24:21.943-06:00

I cut my hair last night and now I feel like a new man. And I make my bed these days too! Now it's off to work. But first, coffee.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737807780945342003-11-16T05:11:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:23:36.036-06:00

Tonight I starred as an extra in an upcoming 7-minute UT student film. I played Forrest's side-kick, Chadwick, who doesn't know what look to have on his face when a movie theatre manager bursts onto the scene toting two little girls. My first reaction as an extra in this scene was to look surprised, then giggle. On the second take I didn't giggle, but I smirked. The third take, I just kind of had

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737765731840232003-11-12T12:44:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:22:54.006-06:00

Last night I went to Plush for drum'n'bass night with a friend. She brought Chex Mix in her purse. Some dude working there took it away from us and said he'd keep it behind the bar for us. We forgot to ask for it when we left.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737715898782332003-11-11T23:45:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:22:04.176-06:00

I just woke up from a nap that I hadn't planned to take. I took this nap face-down in my bed, sideways, with my right leg hanging off at a weird angle. It lasted about an hour, I think. Now my right knee hurts and I'm a little sweaty. Now, I shall figure out how to spend my night. I'm hungry. Martin Sheen wants a mission. He's still in Saigon.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737675156978542003-11-08T21:29:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:21:23.443-06:00

Tonight is the second and last performance of the first official episode (after the pilot) of "Stuck in Delaware", in which I play the role of Skyler McKeane, a faux valley surfer dude living in Delaware. It's been fun, off and on, being a part of the production. I'm looking forward to the end though, so I can spend more time doing... other stuff, I don't know what. I'm wearing a blue jacket to

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737642034977552003-11-06T16:03:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:20:50.333-06:00

Here's what's going on with me right now: I'm working about 30-35 hours a week at a start-up downtown called AuctionBin. I'm rehearsing for a play that's happening this Friday and Saturday night (Nov. 7th and 8th) at the Vortex theatre. It's called "Stuck in Delaware". I'm training to run in the Motorola Marathon in February. I actually like running now. I used to hate it. I'm trying to fix my

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737598070553632003-10-30T03:47:00.000-06:002003-11-24T23:20:06.350-06:00

It's been a tough week so far. One of my dearest and oldest friends, Sammy, found out Sunday morning that his brother Danny died while rock climbing in Joshua Tree park in California. He was 21. I met him when he was 9 or 10. Death is not something I've had to deal with to much of an extent thus far, and this passing has certainly hit closer to home than any other, with perhaps the exception of

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737544925123792003-10-12T23:44:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:19:13.226-06:00

Saturday night, I went with a few friends to a bar called something like "Club de Calenta" or something like that, on Cesar Chavez, East of I-35. A trip. Two gringos, a gringa, and an Indian... walking into a bar where no other gringos, gringas, or Indians were spending their evenings. The jukebox blasted fast Latin beats programmed on drum machines with accordians singing along. A couple

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737488652223582003-10-07T05:33:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:18:16.976-06:00

Nasty's... is the place to be on Monday nights. I brought Paul out there for his first Nasty's experience. He left elated (and frustrated, but mostly elated). I enjoy the feeling of coming into a situation, feeling out of place, but still being myself. Especially when dancing is involved. It's fun to move. For the second time ever it was pointed out to me tonight that I'm expressive with my

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737429800443702003-10-06T16:23:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:17:18.120-06:00

Work! Looks like I landed a contract for some web design with a small software company. It's only about a week and a half of work, but it will hold me over for now, and it's something to add to my "portfolio". And tomorrow I have a meeting with a law firm that should hopefully result in a second contract to do a website for them. It feels good to have something to do. I'm currently reading a

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737321047636152003-10-05T23:40:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:15:29.386-06:00

Got the new (final?) script for the next episode of "Stuck in Delaware" tonight. Looks like I have a few more lines to learn this time, including some that I'm going to have to really work to keep a straight face on. Fun times... I've been writing some new songs, including one about a one-night stand made possible by Friendster (pure fiction I promise). I'm working in an extended vocal range

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737261660020602003-09-29T23:47:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:14:29.996-06:00

My Grandmother is rather sick. I cyber-implore everyone to cyber-think about her. She lives in Massachusetts. And speaking of Massachusetts, I just finished reading Kerouac's "Dr. Sax". Wow. Anyone read that one? Crazy ending. I won't give anything away, but he wrote it in Mexico. He was a Lowellian, ya know. My laptop is dying a slow, strange death. Different parts of the screen swap

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737199954888522003-09-26T16:46:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:13:28.310-06:00

Back in Austin. The drive from LA was amazing. Came through Arizona, driving into the purplepinkorange sunrise, surrounded by cacti protruding through dense fog, only being able to see the car in front of me if it was about 2 car-lengths away, max. Got pummeled by downpour in East Texas, but rewarded with a huge rainbow off in the mountains. Enjoyed passing 18-wheelers at 90mph after the rain

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737080274894152003-09-24T15:17:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:11:28.653-06:00

So, it's a quarter til 11am here in Claremont, CA, about 30 miles east of downtown LA. Sammy and I just got back to his brother's place after sleeping at his friend Matt's apartment in West Hollywood. I think we got about 9 hours sleep. Amazing. Last night was a crazy drive through LA... Matt showed us a bunch of the sights... we drove up Mulholland Drive, saw the Valley at night from up there,

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737038214308432003-09-22T17:22:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:27:52.580-06:00

In about an hour and a half I'm leaving with Sammy to drive to LA, on a whim, as they say. By the time I get back (Thursday) I'll know whether I have a nice, secure, full-time job. I think I'll take my laptop and probably post a blogging or two on the way. Peace.

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069737005568174152003-09-22T16:09:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:10:13.953-06:00

Cafe Nelray was delish. I ate too much. DIY sushi = you're going to eat too much rice. Tonight was another night of pints and riveting discussion with my good friend Paul. From romance to open publishing to the market to politics to hey-those-girls-at-that-table-are-blatantly-checking-us-out-hahaha it was a pleasure. Paul likes it bitter and I like it creamy. We agreed that Neil Young's "

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736949505823742003-09-21T19:14:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:09:17.906-06:00

Last night, went to a party at the house on Holly Street. DJ's spun blips and breakbeats. Lots of good, expensive beer including Chimay and something that was delightfully fruity, but the name I cannot remember. Saw Rhys and krew looking very stylish, fresh from a homecoming dance. Talked with Chad A. about Friendster's newly-established Club Chad (joined when I got home from the party). Tried to

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736900880378362003-09-20T21:45:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:08:29.280-06:00

The hardest part of cutting your own hair, as many of you may know, is the back. I need someone to cut the back of my hair. I'm going to ask Nicole if she wants to do it, but if she doesn't, who wants the job? The pay is nothing and you'd better not mess it up

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736840591122762003-09-12T20:57:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:07:29.016-06:00

I couldn't sleep last night because I got back on my "I want to go to the MIT Media Labs" kick again and so now I'm trying to dream up the project idea that I would pursue there. As I lay in bed, I started cooking up this recipe that consisted of one part Friendster, one part Indymedia, one part blogs, and some other parts that I haven't figured out yet. The final entree would be some kind of

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736774776416182003-09-11T14:23:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:06:23.206-06:00

ACK! I have a job interview today with UT Applied Research Labs. ACK! I know they're not too popular with some of the people I know. I don't know how I feel about it. In fact, I don't even want to talk about it. I just wanted to let out a few ACK's. ACKCRACKSMACKFACK! I had this dream last night that I was in this incredibly tall skyscraper, trying to get to the top (can you say "Cremaster

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736638470339672003-09-09T05:55:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:04:06.910-06:00

... I'm waking up at 8am tomorrow (today) to bike over to Architecture Professor Benedikt's house to help him set up some sort of MIDI system for him to make music. That will be fun if I can keep my eyes open. Last summer and fall I helped him with some research trying to find an objective measure of value in music. Sounds crazy huh? Well interestingly enough when you turn the analytical process

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736576199871762003-09-04T14:56:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:03:04.660-06:00

I would recommend (to those who like to rock) that you listen to the album "Sideways Soul: In a Dancehall Style" performed by a combo of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and Dub Narcotic Sound System. In particular, I enjoy "Love Ain't on the Run" and the album's title track. I often sit at coffeeshops with my journal and write in its little "sound ideas" section; pages devoted to whatever ideas

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069735808624737532003-09-04T12:16:00.000-05:002003-11-24T22:55:10.026-06:00

The job search is progressing through yet another day. I went by UT HR Services today and looked into temp work at UT. It looks like if I can't land my dream job (no job?) in the next week and a half, I can at least make some cash doing temp work for awhile. I would be like a roaming secretary, wandering the UT campus looking for memos that need to be typed and phones that need to be picked up. I

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-106973623743405602003-09-04T12:15:00.000-05:002003-11-24T22:57:25.963-06:00

Will I ever find a job? Not if things keep going this way. Here's an excerpt from an e-mail that I've come to know all to well: Hi Chad I;m very sorry, but we just filled the position last week. Please contact me again in early Oct if you are interested in a Spring opportunity. Thanks, R---- Degree? Blah, useless...

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736173011324872003-09-04T12:14:00.000-05:002003-11-24T22:56:21.540-06:00

I have the greatest friends in the world. We all complain about anxieties and frustrations about the past, the present, and mostly the future, but it's wonderful. We keep each other in check. To all of you, it's going to be great. In the end, who knows, but along the way, we're going to have a lot to talk about. Sentimentally, Chadwick

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736523963193232003-09-03T04:32:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:02:12.426-06:00

Tonight after Lovejoy's, I went by Paul's place, where he held what he purported to be the best-tasting chips he'd ever had. I took one look at them and somehow knew: MSG. Sure enough, a quick look at the ingredients yielded: salt, oil, monosodium glutamate, among others. Damn they were tasty. I told him that I'd heard MSG enhanced flavor by causing small cuts in the surface of one's tongue, thus

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736394410023232003-09-03T00:37:00.000-05:002003-11-24T23:00:02.896-06:00

I really hate walking around the UT campus lately. While school was out, it was cool, no one was really around. And before that, I was a student, so I was chillin' daily with my fellow learners. But now, I'm a stranger. Today, after a brief interlude with the UT temp services office ("call ya when we have somethin' for ya") I was walking aimlessly around campus, tired from waking up at 7am (I

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736335023481632003-09-02T02:01:00.000-05:002003-11-24T22:59:03.523-06:00

Tomorrow is my first official work day as an unemployed degree-holder. I am excited and nervous. My first point of business after waking up at 7am will be to shower and shave, put on some pants and a polo shirt, and catch a bus to the UT Human Resources office, where I will be shortly interviewed by someone and hopefully be given a "temp job". I'm hoping to start a full-time job in a couple of

Chadwicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127121.post-1069736279162580632003-09-02T01:36:00.000-05:002003-11-24T22:58:07.663-06:00

I'm not quite sure how to put it, but it's something like, "If necessity is the mother of invention, then curiosity is its overbearing and aggressive father."

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