सो करतेस.

I've been able to start working on some larger pieces in my new place. So that's been keeping me a certain kind of busy in the absence of my internet access (the cable company can't make it to my place any sooner than October first and, of course, insist that there's no possible way I could plug two cords into a modem and set it up myself). So here I am, blogging at work.

Razi's suggested we open my place up for First Thursdays when we've a decent amount of work to show. We may not get too much traffic, but it certainly couldn't hurt to just put a sign out on the street, directing passersby to my humble back-alley entrance.

Jeff, my coworker and client, has suggested we start a clothing company. As cliche as it is, it's not an idea I'm entirely opposed to, as I imagine he's got a decent set of connections that could make it a decent financial success. Plus, he's a cool dude.

Looks like I might be reentering the band photography scene. Not because I want to or because I think any dignity remains in such a field (see: every fucking teenage girl on MySpace), but simply because I need all the extra money I can get. Nay, to call it "extra" money would be nothing short of deception, as the qualifier "extra" implies that that which it qualifies is in some degree of surplus. Such is most certainly not the case with yours truly. Anyway, Jeff's asked me to shoot his band during one of their gigs at the end of October. I'll have to borrow Razi's camera, as I've recently, and much belatedly, pronounced my trooper of a Nikon fatally incapacitated.

I've begun production on some very crude, but cheap, stickers, so if you have anywhere you think might be worth throwing them up, let me know and I'll send you some.

My spend all Sunday listening to football.