NP: Jeff Beck, Wired (CD)

Apparently, Saddam Hussein is traveling in disguise to avoid capture by American troops in Iraq. I figure, if he really wants to not be found, he might want to dress like Osama Bin Laden.

So yesterday seems to have been a good day. My roommate stayed home from work, which put a little pressure on me to actually do something, as it's been quite a few days of laying off and getting my shit back together. Granted, most of the something done was right here in front of the computer. First, the big stack of credit card and ATM receipts. These days, I sorta feel like a money launderer with the sheer number of deposits I'll make in a week, and the flip side of that is that if I don't get the numbers into Quicken in a reasonable amount of time, it can be a bit of a challenge figuring out whether the money came from a gig, rehearsal space rent, an insurance reimbursement or what. I eventually squared it all away, although I think I figured out that I'm living below the poverty line in the process.

Next up was some reasonable attempt to organize my freelance professional life. The easy version of that was to just put a couple of research proposals in a folder. The harder version was to come up with a project and invoice labeling scheme, so my record-keeping will make a modicum of sense. The really ambitious version, which I haven't quite gotten to, will involve logging all income-generating events, whether they're invoiced or not. We'll see if that last one happens or not.

And Vaughan's was a lot more fun that last week, to say the least. Only offered pot this week, no cocaine, and played "American Life" from Primus, which is another one of those songs you'd never expect to hear on an acoustic guitar. Also hung with a friend who I hadn't seen in a while, and her co-worker, who's six feet tall and thinks "Airplane!" is the greatest movie ever. I think I'm in love. Then I stayed pretty late and had probably one of the first real conversations with Anto since I started doing this. He and his friend Jeff both offered to do what they could to find me a radio gig, which can only help.

Today, there's a Plan A job interview, maybe a couple calls towards that and Plan B, vocal rehearsal, and supporting a couple of friends as they showcase for major labels tonight.