My Aunt sent me a cassette of I'm Your Man when it came out in 1988. I'd never really listened to Leonard Cohen before, so chalk up another one for Sandy.
She died four years ago yesterday. This is the first video of a posthumous release of Cohen's.
And here we are. Brexit begins, the senate acquits. Putin wins.
Friday, January 31, 2020
Thursday, January 9, 2020
Another minute of the 15
For years the Columbus Dispatch has run an weekly article called "Where I Eat" in which locals are asked where they go out to eat in the city.
I've been here for 30 years now, and it became my turn.
You can see Where I Eat here.
The reporter put a survey on twitter, a couple of people said I should fill it out. I did, and there's the story.
I'm not sure if it is still put in the print edition.
I've been here for 30 years now, and it became my turn.
You can see Where I Eat here.
The reporter put a survey on twitter, a couple of people said I should fill it out. I did, and there's the story.
I'm not sure if it is still put in the print edition.
Sunday, January 5, 2020
Tired of falling through the cracks
During a diner conversation on Friday morning, the man I was talking with brought up that people do not get back to you when you contact them. I cannot explain why but right now I have three inquiries in the hopper right now, and all of them are dragging out for reasons that are inexplicable to me. One is personal and I explicitly said I need a quick response, and there has been no reply. Another is service oriented. The guy texted me out of the blue, said he was my liaison with the company I have given money to for a service. I texted him, asking when my parts would arrive so the service could be completed, and I have had no response.
The third is local. I reached out over six months ago to a person regarding work for an art project. He seemed very eager at first, but nothing came of it. A few months later I asked him if the project was dead. He replied quickly saying no, no that he forgot about me because he was so busy. Last week he posted pictures of some work he completed for others for the holidays. Wow, none of that work was mine even though I had a verbal agreement months ago for a piece. I sent him a message asking again if the project was dead, there has been no response. At least no money changed hands in this instance.
It’s really frustrating to be on the back foot, wondering where the Hell people have gone to, and why a simple I will get back to you does not happen.
The third is local. I reached out over six months ago to a person regarding work for an art project. He seemed very eager at first, but nothing came of it. A few months later I asked him if the project was dead. He replied quickly saying no, no that he forgot about me because he was so busy. Last week he posted pictures of some work he completed for others for the holidays. Wow, none of that work was mine even though I had a verbal agreement months ago for a piece. I sent him a message asking again if the project was dead, there has been no response. At least no money changed hands in this instance.
It’s really frustrating to be on the back foot, wondering where the Hell people have gone to, and why a simple I will get back to you does not happen.
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