ohmygawd!!

Dudes. Brace yourself, mmmkay?

I actually kind of have a job. Waiting tables at a pretty fucking nice, local restaurant. This will be helpful in evading high gas prices since my commute will be nonexistant. However, I'm pretty sure I'm going to need another job to scrape together sufficient moolah to peace the fuck outta here for Austin. But I have already tossed in my application to work at an assuredly-horrifying place that takes calls for various tech support stuff. Hopefully that'll happen soon, because I'm running out of time, mofuggahs! But, I have one job. Which is definitely something.

If I had un-arrogantly responded to my dad's tip earlier (even before I was horribly pissed off at him!) I could have been working there at the beginning of this month n'shit. But I didn't. Because I figured that he had lied (he often does) and begged this poor woman to pleaseplease employ his son, who was embarassing him deeply enough by being home.

Anyway, I finally followed up today (desperation beats pride again!) and the woman wants me to come in and do some training tonight. HOT. Hopefully I will still be able to escape to Missoula this weekend to see my long-lost Berlinbuddy and party with my friends for the pre and post Willie Nelson fest. Also, my darling friend Lydia suggested creating a gawker-esque group blog for Missoula and western Montana, to humble the various cultural offerings and smacketh-down-upon news phenoms. I should probably try and do some work to make that happen.

Mini-Culture Snack: I recently checked out some tracks by Devotchka after looking at the jealousy-inviting lineup at Bumbershoot this year. They are fucking AMAZING. The first comparison I will trepidatiously make is to the inventively instrumented music of The Decemberists, who have recently been falling out of favor with me. Imagine a version of that band with gorgeous vocals, imaginative songs that don't draw attention to how wildly folkloreish and intellectual they are, fused with the musical sensibility of Yann Tierson, who composed the soundtrack to Amelie. There's a clear and admitted tone of Eastern European folk music, fused with an unsual rock sensibility that works much more than one would expect. In short, kickass and I love it.