The Now of the Now
Mar. 22nd, 2008 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fr_defenestratoUpdate since Wednesday: the Cheeselord Tenebrae service went off well despite Fr. Kevin's homily. Well, ok, it wasn't nearly the worst (e.g., most homophobic, sciencephobic, dogmatic) homily I've heard at the Franciscan monastery. The music was "fun" to sing—only three pieces, Genet's Lamentations, Senfl's Miserere mei Deus, and Mouton's gorgeous Moriens lux. Afterward Mike (Lord Broccoli) and I decided on food (neither of us had time to grab dinner) so off to Ellis Island (Kelly's ~) we went, just a couple blocks from the 'stery. There were a couple bar patrons and nobody at all seated for food. Sat down, tried to order various beers and food only to be told "We're out of that"... no Guinness, no mac 'n' cheese, no potato salad. Before long, nearly all the other Cheeselords shewed up and sat with us and in adjacent tables, prompting Mike to dub us "the accidental vanguard," which BAND NAME.
Thursday, my boss invites me to the "pipeline review" meeting where everyone involved in sales at Splatcom runs down the data on all potential opportunities. This should be the pith and marrow of my job description, but for all that it is fiendishly boring, full of blah blah blah and not in the least facilitated to keep discussions pertinent. So that's from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m., with no provision made for lunch, no sammiches brought in nor break time; and at 1, Frank Gymnast, president of Splatcom, says, "We need to talk about this Man Asses thing"—for Man Asses is the town in Virginia soliciting telephony work for their public schools. So we talk and argue and debate for two and a half hours about whether or not we should even proceed with the proposal that's taken over my life for the last three weeks, given the amount of risk there is in submitting an offer without having been given sufficient details by the dorks in Man Asses. I spare you the arguments; the result was a reluctant green light, which means me working all weekend (save for such welcome distractions as this) and probably all night Monday. The only good news out of this is (a) I may get to take end-of-pay-period time off in recompense, and (b) certain covert intelligence suggests we might actually win this bid.
Last night took a couple buses in a row from my office to St. John's Catholic Church in Falls Church to sing, as a ringer, for the Good Friday service there. Not challenging stuff by any means: a wee homophonic Victoria motet, a century-old setting of the "man of sorrows" text, and a lovely little polyphonic trifle by Pujol, plus responsory hymns and whatnot. I was, essentially, the alto section: there was only one other alto present and she had a tiny voice. Plus my recruitment was into the "small choir" (really a quartet with an extra soprano for melody or perhaps ego's sake) as well as the tutti, so I got to sing everything. I wasn't in terrific voice, I thought, but everyone was very complimentary after, so I guess I sounded ok.
Metroed home, hung out awhile, and back out to the Green Lantern, which has managed to curry a respectable underwear night on Fridays as well as Saturdays. Played with many men and ended up in a deep dark Socratic dialog with a truly beautiful man I've been middling interested in for a while now... He is a regular there and my sense is that he is perpetually single, as am I; so I asked all kinds of background questions and he was more than happy to answer, taking some pride in his "open book"ness. While I wasn't specifically after hooking up with him, it is safe and accurate to say I was hoping that this discussion would form groundwork for future encounters of whatever nature. We kissed briefly, simply, before parting company.
Home and a longish sleep later and I set again to work, whereto I must now return.
Thursday, my boss invites me to the "pipeline review" meeting where everyone involved in sales at Splatcom runs down the data on all potential opportunities. This should be the pith and marrow of my job description, but for all that it is fiendishly boring, full of blah blah blah and not in the least facilitated to keep discussions pertinent. So that's from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m., with no provision made for lunch, no sammiches brought in nor break time; and at 1, Frank Gymnast, president of Splatcom, says, "We need to talk about this Man Asses thing"—for Man Asses is the town in Virginia soliciting telephony work for their public schools. So we talk and argue and debate for two and a half hours about whether or not we should even proceed with the proposal that's taken over my life for the last three weeks, given the amount of risk there is in submitting an offer without having been given sufficient details by the dorks in Man Asses. I spare you the arguments; the result was a reluctant green light, which means me working all weekend (save for such welcome distractions as this) and probably all night Monday. The only good news out of this is (a) I may get to take end-of-pay-period time off in recompense, and (b) certain covert intelligence suggests we might actually win this bid.
Last night took a couple buses in a row from my office to St. John's Catholic Church in Falls Church to sing, as a ringer, for the Good Friday service there. Not challenging stuff by any means: a wee homophonic Victoria motet, a century-old setting of the "man of sorrows" text, and a lovely little polyphonic trifle by Pujol, plus responsory hymns and whatnot. I was, essentially, the alto section: there was only one other alto present and she had a tiny voice. Plus my recruitment was into the "small choir" (really a quartet with an extra soprano for melody or perhaps ego's sake) as well as the tutti, so I got to sing everything. I wasn't in terrific voice, I thought, but everyone was very complimentary after, so I guess I sounded ok.
Metroed home, hung out awhile, and back out to the Green Lantern, which has managed to curry a respectable underwear night on Fridays as well as Saturdays. Played with many men and ended up in a deep dark Socratic dialog with a truly beautiful man I've been middling interested in for a while now... He is a regular there and my sense is that he is perpetually single, as am I; so I asked all kinds of background questions and he was more than happy to answer, taking some pride in his "open book"ness. While I wasn't specifically after hooking up with him, it is safe and accurate to say I was hoping that this discussion would form groundwork for future encounters of whatever nature. We kissed briefly, simply, before parting company.
Home and a longish sleep later and I set again to work, whereto I must now return.
