Red Fang, new boss, tats, iTouch

There's nothing like coming into the music school and my Assistant Director having something very urgent to show me. Is it a billing issue? A scheduling snafu? A congratulatory email from a parent? Another hilarious email from marketing? I lay my laptop bag on the floor and walk around the desk to see a video by Oregon's Red Fang.

My Assistant Director kicks ass. I'm so glad I hired him. Not only does he do a good job and get along well with clients, co-workers, and students, but he wears the James Hetfield mustache/beard combo at times, plays the drums like a beast, enjoys making fun of overzealous ministers, and keeps me in the loop with good music like Red Fang and Viking Skull. 

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I have a new boss starting next week. As I've been told, the other directors and I are going to get our butts kicked around a bit over the next few months, but "...it will be fun." Not sure what that means, but I imagine I will get knocked off my high horse soon. 

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I got an iTouch a few weeks ago and can't seem to keep my hands off it at night. It's funny: Couples used to read in bed or watch T.V. My Fair Maiden and I used to. Now we nerd out with our iTouches, and I bet we're not the only ones. She plays Diner Dash and I either play Brain Challenge, search for applications that will somehow make my life more complete (Zippo lighter, Theremin, Don't Fret, iBeer, SonicBoom), or listen to music until I fall asleep. Last night I coughed up the $2.99 for "Classics." Right now I'm re-reading, "Hound of the Baskervilles," and look forward to cracking open, "Call of the Wild," next. Never read it. For some reason I was an English major who missed reading all the classics in middle school and high school. 

Guitar lessons rock. I'm currently taking them since my family made me study classical piano when I was a child and teenager. They were not too fond of sending me to guitar lessons. Funny that I have to run a music school to prove I was dead serious all along about wanting to be an accomplished hard rock/metal guitarist. And for some reason I insist on taking lessons from our instructor who is also a minister. It weirds my Assistant Director out, of course, since he feels like Rock does not come from The Rock.

Last but not least I am working on a spooky-themed tattoo sleeve for my right arm. For the past few years I've threatened to get a tattoo of a robin's egg blue kitchen colander, a chandelier, and an Eames chair (yes, I stole that last one for sure.) Poor My Fair Maiden. She's been dissuading me this whole time, thinking I was at least half-serious. Of course, now when I say I want tattoos of ghosts, tombstones, and other cliched spooky imagery, she doesn't bat an eyelid [pun intended.]

Tomorrow is the worst day of the week for me to find a time to go out and vote since it's the one day we lack full reception coverage. Argh. Looks like the Earth will have to take a hit on this one--I'll probably go to work in McLean, come back home to Silver Spring to vote, go back to McLean for work, then return home in the evening to host company and watch the Election proceedings. I'm sure I can make it up to Mother Earth by voting for the right candidate. :) 

P.S. Rachel Maddow, your football analogy was not "awkward," as you put it, it made sense, even to those whose eyes glaze over while watching sports (besides cycling and biking) on T.V. That would be me.