The interview went well. I thought it was just going to be radio but apparently it’s going to be both radio and television. I might have worn a different shirt and maybe even got a haircut if I knew I was going to be on TV.
I walked there. I walked back. Probably a double-digit jaunt, but who knows since the GPS tracker app barely works any more.
He held the camera at some unflattering angles, but he had a good spirit about the subject matter. I appreciated that he dug deep enough to know that payphones are not my only fascination in life. Ugo, who directed the payphone documentary, learned only well after the fact that I had web sites other than the payphones and sorabji.com. This Dutch fellow today had all kinds of positive things to say about that documentary. That was cool.
I came to this beer hall tonight to write but I spent most of the energies playing a Languinis video game. It felt like a cathartic exhaust of anxiety-fueled nucleotides. The interview went for 2 hours. It didn’t feel like 2 hours as it happened but after it ended it felt like 2 days had passed.
A cool breeze blows over me. This beer goes down well but no way can I clear a whole pitcher on my own. Nirvana IPA?
The interviewer asked me “what do you do?” I winced. He noticed. I replied “As little as possible”. Then I gave him the succinct answer: I am entirely unhappy with my life, I am in professional and personal hibernation, next question please. I threw in that I worked corporate for a bunch of years. He seemed impressed, or comforted by that. He also seemed to like my piano music, which I broadcast onto Third Avenue via a Link that actualy worked. Those working Links are rare.
Beer is flooding my head right now. Time to get home.
