Volume Sixteen: 1 November 1999


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The increasing level of doings and the decreasing level of reporting on said doings continues. Though this time, I think, I've a reasonable excuse. After five years of Bay Area-dom, I've abandoned ship to return to the Greater Los Angeles area and try my hand again at things academic.

Yes, indeed. I've returned to UCLA, this time as a graduate student in the History department, to work with much of the same cast of characters who provided such sagely guidance to me as an undergrad. The experiment thus far appears to be a success, granting that after a month, judging the viability of such an endeavor is a little difficult. I'm having a good time of it, in any event.

Of course, a relocation involves moving stuff, of which I have quite a lot at this point in time, particularly in the "ridiculously heavy book" category. I'd be beyond remiss if I didn't thank Allison, my parents, and Charlie McKinney (my partner in crime since Dave shipped off to Exodus) for lifting, heaving, hefting, packing, unpacking, and organizing with generally good cheer. The new abode itself is fairly nice, a smaller, but more efficient two-bedroom than my previous Alamedan residence. And I'm a stone's throw from the Sony/Paramount studios, so anyone who ends up on Jeopardy is free to crash on my couch.

Despite this wave of academic excitement, I continue to work for CfMC, now out of the cozy confines of my second bedroom/office. I'm equipped with a new machine and a company-sponsored DSL line from Pacific Bell, which is reflected on the Tech Page, opening new vistas in productivity at home. It's a cool little setup.

Shifting gears a little, what parts of my life that haven't been consumed by things academic and vocational are now being consumed by things musical. Amazingly, after five-plus years of inaction, Sam, Steve, Drummer Dave and I have reconvened the band. We played our not-quite-annual Halloween gig last night at Sam's place, the first time in ages we've given the world a chance to revel in our glory. Though we've certainly had better nights from a performance perspective, it was nice to make a little noise publicly for the first time in ages.

With all the goings on, as you can imagine, I'm not anticipating any radical changes in the web site any time soon. Not that the recent past has witnessed anything radical, either, but I'll try to avoid becoming too ridiculously lazy about keeping things clean here. And, with grad school pushing me to write a little, I'll try to put things up that aren't too poorly written that I'm not intending to publish elsewhere. I'll keep you posted.

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