10 posts tagged “beer”
I was interviewed twice today: one was filmed---gosh, I've been all stopped up lately, so I'm probably gonna sound all nasal---and the other was for some German newspaper (the German equivalent of the NY Times, I think).
Actually it wasn't just me---my pal Chanel (aka owner of the awesome shop Junk Prints) was interviewed, too, but separately.
And then the former president (I THINK that was his position---it was either that or CEO or owner or something) of BMG music stopped by the studio space. I'm not really sure why, but I think because Matt Stinchcomb, head of Etsy's marketing team, knows him. (Matt used to be in that band the French Kicks. I never listened to them, but other people I know did.)
I didn't meet that BMG guy, though. I was knitting.
Besides, I'm sure he and Rob had certain things to discuss.
Who knows.
It's all so random.
Today's been weird.
I think it's because I've been in the studio all day long.
But this is going to be my life from now on.
If I want Cubist Literature to work---if I want to work for MYSELF and not some job I hate---then it's going to take some long hours, some sacrifices, some serious dedication, some babies, some beer (I hope!), some felt, some recycled/vintage/thriftstore clothes, some...
I'll stop.
But I've been busy all day long.
I went home for about an hour and a half so that I can eat some Chef Boyardee and do a crossword puzzle.
I fuckin' love crossword puzzles, even if I can't ever finish them.
I REALLY love doing those puzzles with a friend.
(Lillian G. (aka Lazy Susan) and I did a couple on the subways when she was here. We finished them both. Holler.)
Okay, here's a photo list of the things I made today:
And I'd already listed this cuff in the shop, but I had more of the yarn left over, so I decided to knit a couple more.
I REALLY love that yarn so much. It's handspun, but I'm not sure by whom.
I unraveled the yarn from a hat that I got---not for me to wear, but the hat was just donated/given to me because the owner didn't want it anymore. I guess.
I'm really excited about these next six months.
I hope that I have what it takes to run some sort of legit/substantial/consistent business.
I'm really nervous about the sacrifices, though, of course.
I'm not looking forward to $1/day budgets for food.
I'm getting the impression that I'll need a partner.
So, I think I'm currently looking for one. I'd prefer another guy to work with. And who's good at sewing and knitting and being awesome and original.
I'm just thinking out loud.
I'll stop RIIIIIIGHT now.
1.24.08
Beer.
Popsicle.
Stuffed dead baby alligator.
Sombrero!
Oh, it was so sad last night.
I couldn't sleep at all.
Since I've cut down on my beer intake, I'm not tired/drunk at night. So, I mostly have Adderall in my system. And that means I'm wired like a little whore.
In other news, I realized that I have a lot more channels on cable than I thought I had.
Including the Independent Film Channel. (There are a lot of independent films about people experimenting with their sexuality, like this movie I'm watching right now about a couple gals that like to touch each other. The good thing about this movie is that this girl was just listening to a Sleater-Kinney song on her headphones.)
But still, there's no DIY Network. I really want that station.
Only for a couple shows on that station, though. A majority are crappy shows about crappy paper crafts. Total old lady stuff.
This is about as exciting as that time when I had my own apartment and I realized after a couple years of living there that I had cable the entire time.
I didn't watch it a lot until towards the end.
SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
12.6.07
I gave myself a haircut last night.
It needs a few days... but I'm confident it will look okay.
I've been having troubles sleeping this past week.
Usually I'd drink a whole bunch of beer, but I'm sorta trying out this thing where I don't drink myself fat before bed.
(God, I love the "Good Times" theme song.)
Last night I went to this new yuppie bar called the Avant-Garden.
Yeah, I know...
A couple nights ago, I went this bar called BEER ISLAND:
It was like... being on a beer island.
Yesterday during the day, I couldn't find a ride to my storage space, so I decided to walk.
I needed to get some shit outta there.
By the time I got there, I was already sweating like a nasty lil' bitch.
But then the a/c doesn't really work on the second floor, where my space is... SO... I ended up sweating even more. It was so annoying. I was so drenched.
Email:
Hey there,
I might be interested in doing a wholesale order, no consignment,
though. I just finished doing a wholesale order for a new shop in PDX.
I really liked that order because the owner of the shop gave me so much
creative control. And I realize that's what I need/like in doing these
sorts of orders. I can't crank out the same color combos and such
because I get bored. She trusted my taste and was VERY satisfied once
the items got to her. (She felt that the items looked even better in
person than in photos.) So, if I am to do a wholesale order for you,
I'd need you to trust me to complete good items doing things my way.
I'm currently looking to do a wholesale order, but under those certain
conditions. This sounds rather high-maintenance of me, yes, but it's
the only way I'll work. Let me know if you're still interested so that
we can work out logistics.
x
craig-hunter
I went out last night to a couple bars. I rarely go out to bars because most of the people there bore me.
Okay.
So, I drank a whole bunch of Lone Stars.
Pictures:
And then I woke up at almost noon today (that's late for me) with a bad hangover.
I spent the entire day in bed. It sucked.
On the plus side, I made myself a hat with the yarn I made using fiber I bought from Merlin the Cat. I love the fiber because it's composed of random bits of yarn and different kinds of wool and silk and blah blah blah. It's just great. Mk?
Okay, well, I'm done.
I still feel bad.
I wish I'd feel better, though, cuz I want a beer. Haha.
I think I'm getting a slight beer belly.
I only realize this when I'm walking to/from the store to get beer.
=/
My friend bought me this gay little gift. Isn't it boss?
(I'm sorry about her shirt. I've never seen her wear that before.)
