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featherynscaleI had a pre-screening interview this morning for a position that they've been looking for someone to fill for almost two months. I just got the call on it yesterday, so went in knowing nothing about the job, the company, or anything related, really, which is always fun. And they said (like the guy doing the Tuesday interview) "Oh, don't dress up". I don't know what you wear when you go to an interview and don't dress up. So on Tuesday I had on a white button-up top and khaki pants. Which turned out to be a good choice, because the guy I was talking to was dressed much the same (without the French cuffs, which is good, because while French cuffs are profoundly sexy on small-to-medium wrists, they're pretty disturbing on men built like linebackers). Today, khakis with black v-neck, boots, and leather jacket. Walked in feeling like the jacket (chosen because it's the one jacket I own suitable for today's temperature of pretty damned cold but not fucking cold) was probably a mistake. I took it off immediately upon entering the building, but couldn't hide it anywhere, so there I was with the James Dean jacket casually flung over my arm in the midst of Corporate Amerika and the woman doing the interview comes around the corner, sees me, and says "Leathers and boots. I think she'll do." It turns out that the job is support for the president of a young ad and research agency which apparently models its corporate culture on the tech boom of the early 90s. She says later, "We've been looking for someone with a very developed and polished skill set, who can do a range of tasks without blinking, and who is comfortable in an environment where the VPs wear flannel shirts and jeans and everybody keeps beer in the fridge. We haven't found anybody who was a fit with the culture." I say "I'm your girl." She says, "I'm sending your resume and my notes to HR - somebody will call you this afternoon or Monday."
So that's good. I came home and had some celebratory brown sugar and cinnamon toast. It goes well with the Diet Coke. I envisioned a waitress giving me the look of "Oh, a pile of grease and sugar with your Diet Coke? How clever of you." I don't drink Diet Coke out of any misguided weight-loss initiative though - I have no particular inclination to lose weight. I just like the taste better than regular Coke. This apparently makes me a mutant. I don't really care for chocolate either.
In other news, I'm trying to curtail my fiction habit by reading biographies, which are like fiction, except that they're based on a lot of people's imaginings about real people, instead of one person's imaginings about people they made up based on their friends. It's sort of like a gateway drug. I am currently reading biographies of Nikola Tesla and Victor Neuberg. According to their respective biographers, Tesla invented practically everything of note in the modern world, and Aleister Crowley never turned Neuberg into a camel. The author of the Neuberg biography goes on to not-quite-say that Neuberg never buggered a camel either, but the book was written in the late 1950s apparently, when people were too polite to say that sort of thing even to deny it. She makes no guarantees as to Crowley's camel-related behavior.
Finally, this commentary on Crow as totem, from artist Ursula Vernon, recorded here because I swear I have said this before, and I enjoy hearing that other people have independently come to the conclusions I have:
Don't trust the hype. Crow is a thief and a liar and a braggart, and he'd just as soon help himself to your pocket change and your nifty silver pentacle and fuck your girlfriend while you back is turned, as share with you the Deep Spiritual Wisdom of the Cosmos. But he's clever, and he's got an absolutely filthy sense of humor, and when you're wandering around in the spiritual dark, those things count for a helluva lot more than anything you can buy in a New Age bookstore.
Sound like anybody we know?
So that's good. I came home and had some celebratory brown sugar and cinnamon toast. It goes well with the Diet Coke. I envisioned a waitress giving me the look of "Oh, a pile of grease and sugar with your Diet Coke? How clever of you." I don't drink Diet Coke out of any misguided weight-loss initiative though - I have no particular inclination to lose weight. I just like the taste better than regular Coke. This apparently makes me a mutant. I don't really care for chocolate either.
In other news, I'm trying to curtail my fiction habit by reading biographies, which are like fiction, except that they're based on a lot of people's imaginings about real people, instead of one person's imaginings about people they made up based on their friends. It's sort of like a gateway drug. I am currently reading biographies of Nikola Tesla and Victor Neuberg. According to their respective biographers, Tesla invented practically everything of note in the modern world, and Aleister Crowley never turned Neuberg into a camel. The author of the Neuberg biography goes on to not-quite-say that Neuberg never buggered a camel either, but the book was written in the late 1950s apparently, when people were too polite to say that sort of thing even to deny it. She makes no guarantees as to Crowley's camel-related behavior.
Finally, this commentary on Crow as totem, from artist Ursula Vernon, recorded here because I swear I have said this before, and I enjoy hearing that other people have independently come to the conclusions I have:
Don't trust the hype. Crow is a thief and a liar and a braggart, and he'd just as soon help himself to your pocket change and your nifty silver pentacle and fuck your girlfriend while you back is turned, as share with you the Deep Spiritual Wisdom of the Cosmos. But he's clever, and he's got an absolutely filthy sense of humor, and when you're wandering around in the spiritual dark, those things count for a helluva lot more than anything you can buy in a New Age bookstore.
Sound like anybody we know?
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:12 am (UTC)matt's here. he'd say hello if he was fully caffeinated.
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:18 am (UTC)You kids have fun, now.
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:24 am (UTC)So you think I should try French cuffs on my six-inch wrists?
And oh yeah. I almost forgot.
Date: 2004-12-03 09:27 am (UTC)Presented (almost) without commentary, for the edification of Matt. :-P
Re: wardrobe
Date: 2004-12-03 09:32 am (UTC)As to the French cuffs, you probably should. Especially if you also have a delicate sort of bone structure in your hands, which I think is very compelling, and is also sort of where I fail at the whole cuffs thing. Fairly small, dainty wrists, but attached to blocky lesbian hands.
sorry to but in butt........
Date: 2004-12-03 09:45 am (UTC)teeheehee
Re: cuffs
Date: 2004-12-03 09:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 10:03 am (UTC)If you'll forgive my butting in to recommend (and, if not, please feel free to ignore the following, No Harm No Foul), as biographies go, I find Donald Spoto's bio of Alfred Hitchcock to be an interesting one (though not easy to get through, especially in the beginning). I also appreciate Meryle Secrest's bio of Stephen Sondheim. And, since you have indicated an interest in monsters in the past (or so I understood, could be wrong) David Skaal has written several interesting histories of horror cinema, especially THE MONSTER SHOW. Ignore those who compare it to Stephen King's book, DANSE MACABRE; the they are two different things. (Skaal's book is history with a touch of sociology; King's book is sociology with a touch of history.) Both aooks are worthy reas, and, in fact, compliment one another.
We are the mutants
Date: 2004-12-03 10:09 am (UTC)Thank you for the recommendations, too. I used to be a Hitchcock enthusiast, but have sort of drifted away from that. I've never read any of those you mention, and the last two sound especially fun.
In conclusion, I <3 Monsters.
Re: sorry to but in butt........
Re: We are the mutants
Date: 2004-12-03 11:29 am (UTC)Re: I live to amuse
Date: 2004-12-03 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 11:44 am (UTC)Ok, fine, I'm stuck there too. What the hell is WRONG with you??? DIET soda? REALLY!!! Want some Tofu and Sprouts with that? Gahhh!!!
8D
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Date: 2004-12-03 11:50 am (UTC)Sounds like a good fit! Good luck! *crosses fingers*
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Date: 2004-12-03 12:09 pm (UTC)And I really have no problem fitting in with gamer culture, except as previously noted where I do pursue frequent bathing and expect others to do the same, no matter how intelligent/creative/clever/etc. they are. (Disclaimer: Most gamers bathe. However, the non-bathing subculture seems to be more highly represented in gamer culture than in many other cultures. Last time I got bitched at for implying that most gamers did not bathe, which is not true and was not what I was trying to say.)
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Date: 2004-12-03 12:49 pm (UTC)Re: And oh yeah. I almost forgot.
Date: 2004-12-03 01:16 pm (UTC)btw honey, your recent photos look very pretty, and very unCrpwley-esque to boot.
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Date: 2004-12-03 01:17 pm (UTC)I'm a mutant.
Yes, you're a mutant
Date: 2004-12-03 01:26 pm (UTC)Sounds like an excellent opportunity. Like
Good luck, darlin'! *mwah*
Re: Yes, you're a mutant
Date: 2004-12-03 02:07 pm (UTC)I've always wanted to be somebody's mutant.
I hope they'll actually call me. I've been answering the phone and talking to creditors in the hope that one of the rings will be someone wanting to give me a job.
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Date: 2004-12-04 11:40 am (UTC)