I’ve had a trainee during my shift at the radio station off on & for the past couple of months, and today was his last training. I feel like I’m probably a terrible trainer, because I’ve been doing it so long that it’s all kind of second nature for me. But it’s good to be forced to bring it back to the foreground and think it through now & then.
In any case, as I told him near the end of the afternoon, it’s not really about doing everything perfectly, but rather about staying calm when you inevitably screw something up, and being able to recover comparatively gracefully. There you go: a life lesson that’s worth at least a semester’s worth of Duke tuition.
After dinner we watched Adaptation, which I had never seen. It was about like I figured it would be, I guess, only somehow I had forgotten that (a) it starred Nic Cage and (b) he played twins. The makeup was truly appalling – I hope someone was nominated for an Oscar for Nic’s hairpieces, and whatever kind of crazy dental appliance Chris Cooper had going on.
M has all kind of family things happening right now, which are awful & a drag. As is the news, daily. I hope someone makes a top-20 list of good things that happened in 2014, because I could use some perspective.
Sundays are ultra-predictable for the most part:
Like literally I could cut/paste that list every Sunday & it would be accurate.
Reviews this week: Jenks Miller & Rose Cross NC at Hopscotch, and the brand new T0W3RS record. Sorry, not going to paste those reviews here – they’re “reviews” for WXDU meaning they’re mostly intended to provide a small amount of context, a wee bit of insight into which songs sound like what, a list of any bad language, and a ranked list of fave songs to play on the air. They’re highly utilitarian & by longstanding tradition aren’t published outside of the station.
Anyone who has ever done college radio will likely know what I’m talking about – it’s a tradition that transcends.
Dinner at Geer Street, which was wilder than usual on a Sunday night.
Tried to start reading the new Paolo Bacigalupi, but 10 pages in it was just unbearably YA, much moreso than Shipbreaker/Drowned Cities. That’s partly because it’s set in something much closer to the present – it was a Banksy reference that finally made me put it down in disgust. It was done in that facile, covertly condescending way that makes me hate Cory Doctorow’s books.
Paolo: More flooded future-world speculative fiction, fewer insta-dated popcult references, please!
In that moment of weakness I went ahead & bought the new William Gibson. I had persisted through the Bigend trilogy but was so nonplussed by the time I reached the end that I hadn’t really even paid attention to the press around the new one.
But hey, so far, 30-40 pages in, it’s pretty darn good. Not remotely as glib as the Bigend books. I’m sure I’ll report again as I progress through the thing.