Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Soccer Dad: Hauling A
I left my editing job two weeks ago. Took a contracting job at a local digital music distribution company whose name rhymes with "Thigh Spoons." That's the easy reason why I've been M.I.A. (how many logins and passwords do reasonable people need?); the more honest reason is that I've been following Mase in his dust. He's mastering the walk and motoring all through the house. Damn, why didn't someone remind me how much this ratchets up stakes. It's fun to watch except when you're concentrating on something like cooking or personal hygiene. The dog is especially patient with sudden sneak attacks. Go, Maceo, Go!
The paper allowed me a lot of freedom and was real close; now I'm facing a square 9-5 with a 10 mile commute along a major traffic artery. It'll take some getting used to, but my boss is awesome and there are 20,000 rea$on$ why this is a better look for me, Mom and Maceo. And I hear they have lunchtime pickup soccer games FOUR DAYS a week! I'm going to break these tech fools off something proper, once the workload slows down. If it slows down.
We celebrated our 10th anniversary with an insane splurge meal at Manresa. Pictured is breem sashimi, one of over 12 courses we ate with corresponding wine flights. As Mac Dre says, Treat Yourself Don't Cheat Yourself.