I am currently freezing to death in my new job - as a part-time doer of things for my Dad at Muse Research. Located in lovely East Menlo Park at historic Music Annex Studios (Los Tigres! George Winston!), Muse combines the best of my childhood with the tech boom - casual, crumbly, techy, lacking decent heating. Ok, it's sort of hard to explain how my childhood is involved, but my dad is at a computer in the next room, and that sure feels familiar. Of all the things I have called bosses in the past - hosebeast, guru, Belgian - Dad is the weirdest. Also weird is this new concept of "revenue-generation," not to mention "ad sales." Oh, the world of making money instead of less poor people - how quaint. The atmosphere is not all that different, actually, since Muse is small and creative and staffed by subculturalists. In this case the subculture is keyboardists and sound engineers, instead of public health enthusiasts and RPCVs.
Since I have been home there has been:
an earthquake
an oil spill
a WGA strike, threatening that which we hold most dear, television.
Clearly my movements impact the universe.
And I'm link-happy because the Internet is robust and free (thanks, parentals) everywhere, lalalalala!
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