excuses & Spenser Tunick
Ever since I pulled off that 25 hour shift Wednesday through Thursday at the Fair, I’ve lacked the energy to do much of anything productive, using what little energy and motivation I have to trying to get the apartment in order now that the final housemate has arrived. This is not to say nothing outlandishly ridiculous has occurred, for that is entirely not the case, but I just haven’t had the patience to try and sit down and reflect upon it. Perhaps I’ll catch up on some of the more absurd highlights of the last week, and I’ll defiantly try to write in length about yesterday’s event at Central Terminal, but for now I must get my ass back to the Fair to load out the Vince Gill and Patty Loveless concert.
Well I’ll just try to add this. Ideals aside, it was a fantastic experience. It’s difficult enough to get 1,500 people together in this city for anyting other than professional wrestling, sports, or over priced concerts, and as I am slowly becoming an open nudist, and a supporter of the Central Terminal Restoration (non-profit, Paul) Corporation, I found the experience truly amazing. I’ll write more on this as well as my strange encounter with the artist sketchily staring and waving at me while I was lounging on my porch after the shoot when I get a break from working within the next few days.
Well I’ll just try to add this. Ideals aside, it was a fantastic experience. It’s difficult enough to get 1,500 people together in this city for anyting other than professional wrestling, sports, or over priced concerts, and as I am slowly becoming an open nudist, and a supporter of the Central Terminal Restoration (non-profit, Paul) Corporation, I found the experience truly amazing. I’ll write more on this as well as my strange encounter with the artist sketchily staring and waving at me while I was lounging on my porch after the shoot when I get a break from working within the next few days.