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    dear reader/listener/viewer/enjoyer/co-conspirator:
    lest i be judged for it, i inform you now that this project continues to be a scratch pad, a space for experimentation

    in other words, enjoy what you find here, and feel free to participate, but try not to take anything personal, and don't believe that this project presents an accurate view of me or my life

    this is a window, certainly, but one that hasn't been cleaned in quite some time

    your view may be foggy, obscure...you may see things that aren't really there...

    --harold

    want some background music?
    please consider downloading my most recent music podcast.

    and yes, i love my mom and my dad;
    they've always been good to me, no matter what impression you may have received here

    they never locked me in a cellar or anything
     
    highlighted post from the archives: me rambling about a new job (from two years ago)
    i recently messed with the archives, so they may not work correctly, but you may take your chances:
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    i once was an active member of the

    association of music podcasting

    musicpodcasting.org

    along with these fine music podcasters:

    all florida indies - bing futch
    audio gumshoe - rich palmer
    audio popcorn - krash coarse
    aural icebergs music cast - tiffany rapplean
    capital rock show - bucket aka jason
    darkhorse radio - alan carr
    ears to hear - jill lawton
    eclectic mix - george l smyth
    homegrown podcast - nic treadwell
    indiefeed - chris macdonald
    le jazz affair - sal calfa
    rubyfruit radio - heather smith
    sober cafe podcast - gracie hollombe
    sundown lounge - larry winfield
    tempo of the down - harold (that's me!)
    the darkcompass podcast - rowland cutler
    the fabrications podcast - matt macfarlane
    the phill(er) - phill ramey
    the radiozoom podcast - john bollwitt
    thepillarcast.com - jon tucker
    uc radio podshow - michael yusi
    zaldor's world - les zaldor

    ¡the text on this blog wants to leap out of its borders!

    this is...

    something that happened

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    		stories by harold j. johnson, in various formats - including text, audio, video, and podcasts
     
     
    Wednesday, April 30, 2003  

    Yesterday I started walking toward the bus stop to catch the bus to the Brentwood Library but continued right past the bus stop, not feeling like waiting for the bus, needing the exercise, needing to move my limbs, having spent way too much time at home in front of the computer. I walked, and soon found myself incredibly far away from my destination. At first I suspected I was simply taking a detour, but soon found myself past the library, heading up Wilshire towards Todai, with only had a vague notion why. I've never eaten there but I wanted to find out what they had to offer, how much it would destroy me financially, etc.

    After perusing Todai I continued on my journey, now heading towards Second Spin, the wonderful little secondhand CD store. Maybe they would have a pre-recorded minidisc I could test in the new recorder I bought, the one that doesn't seem to work, the one I bought on eBay, trying to save the little money I have. The first major purchase I had made in a long time, the minidisc recorder was intended to be used to         4/30/2003 03:11:00 PM (0) comments





    Monday, April 28, 2003  

    Who reads anymore? Well, you do, thank goodness. Yesterday I attended the Festival of Books in Los Angeles, an annual literary event. Literary? Well, sure--although it's mostly a giant bookstore. Hundreds of authors autographed books, participated in panels, and generally delivered for folks interested in the printed word. A note of interest to readers of electronic literature: there wasn't a sign of e-lit. Perhaps next time, or the next time, or the next time.

    Highlights of the event: a panel on writing (with Carolyn See and others), a conversation between Elmore Leonard and Barry Siegel, and a panel about historical fiction (with Pete Hamill and others).     4/28/2003 12:23:00 PM (0) comments





    Friday, April 25, 2003  

    Let's get down to business.

    This morning I woke up feeling miserable again. I wake up feeling miserable quite a bit these days. I'm unemployed, have been for quite awhile, and don't have any current prospects within reach. What's there to feel good about?

    So I wake up, have a cup of coffee--usually brewed, but this morning instant because I'm out of drip and besides, you are what you eat (or drink), isn't that what they say? and I don't want to be a drip. I can be a loser, but not a drip.

    So I enjoy my first cup, or try to enjoy it, while I wonder how to approach the day. I nearly always start off on the wrong foot, knowing in the back of my mind--or not very far back, even--that I should be working on my resume. Knowing that I haven't picked up my resume in months. Many months. Knowing that I should be working the paper, pounding the pavement, seeking employment. But I don't.

    Instead, I boot up my Mac, fire up my email and go to town. Working on my Internet radio station, trying to figure out new ways of marketing my website/webcast, attacking that damn blog (not this one) or that discussion group I moderate. All a great distraction from my job search, but usually fun and a way to say, "at least I'm being productive and learning something new". Which is true, but still--I should be looking for a job.     4/25/2003 09:53:00 AM (0) comments





    Sunday, April 13, 2003  

    I don't know where this post disappeared to


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