I totally almost just failed NaBloPoMo. You know why? Because season 3 of Veronica Mars has been all up in my mailbox. I had hot ebay plans for this evening and instead, after a punishing run at the gym, I watched four episodes straight (with one hourlong break to talk to a friend on the phone). Ahhhhhhh, smartmouth girl teen TV, how I have missed thee.
I had a song I wanted to stream for you via Radio Blog Club, but naturally it is too 90s and obscure and I can't find it. If you have access to Trip Shakespeare and you like a slow altco groove, track down "If You Miss Me." It was the last thing on my ipod at the gym this evening, and it really filled my hole.
At the selfsame gym, I ran into a dude from undergrad, a former co-star of mine (operatically speaking), someone who actually has a shot at this music thing. I didn't know he was living here. He's looking at a career change already and I can't tell you how this refreshes me. Of course it also refreshes me when people I know and like are doing well in the opera world, but here's the thing: most people I know aren't enjoying it that much because it comes with so many sacrifices.
I just get a happy when I talk to someone who is trying to iron out all these life-choice wrinkles because it makes me feel less asea, less alone.
Now I have to go to bed so that I can get up and have a really really long day tomorrow. I will be thinking about V Mars all day long.