A good support staff is like a rusty crutch; kick it out from under ya, and next thing ya know, you're on your face tastin' dirt!

What the h, e, double hockey sticks am I talking about? Well, as you can plainly see, it's been an eon since my last entry. After the chiding and cajoling of those nearest and dearest to me, here I sit writing, as I should, even though no one has made any comments about entries thus far...

Muy mucho has happened over these past months. I'm still packin' the 15 pounds I put on during my depressed winter-state blues quartet trio, I quit my crappy job schlepping furniture
around, I de-installed my first solo photography show, , was late on the rent by a week and a half, have just about given up on the whole Philippines/film thing, and landed a gig as the manager of a gallery that showcases mid century contemporary art and design furniture.

The latter is, of course, the good of the bad and the ugly. I walked into the place while picking up for a client and met Benny. We instantly hit it off and he mentioned that he needed a manager for the joint. So I said "hello!" and the rest is history. The money is very good, especially as I sell more and more. Our inventory is excellent! I can truly get behind it because I love contemporary art and design. Heck, my life is art. I've come to realize that this is plain, simple, and my natural selection in this universe. I cannot function without it. I must create and be in a creative environment! Throughout the course of my studies and work experience, I have grown an affinity for innovative and groundbreaking art and design. That does not seem more apparent to me than in the spirit of the work that has materialized from the early to mid century and so it's a great place to be and to learn. And I've learned alot so far. The gallery is called Modern One. It's on Beverly Bvd, one block west of Fairfax. Please check it out.

So I'm listening to George Rochberg's Caprice Variations 12, Andante Con Moto, and through my new Klipsh Promedia Gmx speakers, I can hear him(violinist) breathing through his nose as he's working the bow across his violin, searching out the notes with his fingers. I can almost hear his head buffeting to and fro with each strum, and see his hair being pulled and tugged at each nod. Outstanding! but that's...for another entry. Good nite, and good luck.