The Waiting

I'm playing the waiting game right now, and it's a weird space to be in, I'm afraid, waiting for the changes to be made in my book, waiting for another test copy to arrive, waiting to hear on a job I really, desperately want (which I'm a finalist for after several rounds of interviews and discussions), waiting for checks to arrive from various clients that are always "in the mail" but never seem to get to my mailbox (by the way, when is it acceptable, in the business realm, to take things on a gangster level and say, pay me my money you ignorant twat or I'll shoot off your pinky toe like Eddie Murphy did in Harlem Knights?), and waiting for that girl I met last week to find some time to meet me for lunch (which, in some ways has been good, considering how broke I've been). Hopefully in the next few days everything gets resolved and I can get back to being myself, if that's even possible these days. In the meantime, I've watched three seasons of The Wire on DVD, and despite my usual hyperbole, I can honestly say it's the best TV show I've ever seen. I also watched Withnail and I six times last week, and with each subsequent viewing the genius of the script became abundantly clear. I also witnessed the death of our cat on Monday. Daphney was her name, and despite the usual cliches about living a good life, and it was better that she didn't have to suffer, it still was quite sad, especially for my housemate Ted, who is as even-keeled as one can be, and yet who cried as the corpse sat there on Jennifer's bed, her eyes still wide-open, surrounded by a pool of urine. Daphney was a great little cat, and despite only living here three months, I grew to be quite fond of her, and it's been weird the last two days to walk down the hall and not see her waiting there, meowing for me to come play.

Anyway, enough rambling for today. The book will be available in a week. In the meantime, here are some links: a friend's band, an awesome design site, a cool photography portal, some wallpapers of beautiful women, a strange but interesting site for the book: Only Revolutions, a lovely collection of work from an Australian graphic designer, a fun Australian band with a bizarre sound, and finally, a really incredible San Francisco photographer (although I'm not a huge fan of the site, the work itself is beautiful).

p.s. The photograph above is one I took recently at the San Francisco Airport, one that seems quite symbolic of my current state of ambiguity. (Remember, you can click on the thumbnail to see a bigger version.)

Oh, and happy birthday, Tiphanie.