More life and times (7/26/98)
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I haven’t the faintest idea how to summarize my current situation. The career as a consultant has thus far cost more money than I’ve made from it, and it is firmly established that I can only find work outside of Boulder; within the city, as always, lacking the appropriate contacts, I deliver newspapers. — Admittedly this is on balance more lucrative than consulting, but I’m not enthusiastic about that sevendayaweekonthenightshift routine that puts blear in your eye and slump in your step. — Then again, there’s no alternative. Expect me at the Denver Post at two tomorrow morning. — But expect me elsewhere at the first hint of another opportunity.
On a lighter note, I went over to Chautauqua Auditorium Wednesday night to watch Hank Troy accompany the silent movies on the piano and saw for the first time [after years of longing] an excerpt from the Louis Feuillade serial of 1914,
Fantômas: sheer poetry. — Give me a criminal mastermind in a black mask, a sinister plot against the civil order, the bourgeois in confusion and anarchy exultant, and I’ll show you a happy Garbonzo.
The Monday previous while out along the creek with Boris and Natasha I caught sight of the elusive LeeLoo, the mysterious Babe With The Yellow Walkman. She paused just long enough to look over her shoulder and make sure we were following her, then disappeared up Sunshine Canyon. — “An overflowing of the fantastic into everyday life,” indeed. — Forget the job; where did she go and how do I find her?
Later.
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