“Patience is power. Patience is not an absence of action; rather it is ‘timing.’ It waits on the right time to act, for the right principles, and in the right way.”
Technology has played a crucial role in my life.
My first monster was an HP, cheap, a best buy “back to school special.” It came with a printer. It was for college.
My hacker roommate Scuba Steve, who’s computer tower was outlined in Oak Wood Paneling, made my next frankenstein machine.
This is the box from the printer.
I installed a bogus version of “Cool Edit Pro.” It was the first recording software I’d ever used.
Prior, I was a fostex man.
My second “real” computer purchase was in 2004, I saved up enough money to buy an Apple iBook. 1.2GHz, G4 Processor, 256, upgraded to 512MB Ram, 30 Gig Harddrive.
I’d post a pic, but I think Apple would sue me.
I remember you had to purchase the airport extreme separate, so it could use wifi. It also came with a 2nd generation ipod, with student ID.
The iBook turned into a gigging computer and I’ve used a mac, of some sort, at every performance since.
Today, 9 years later, my home library is a tower of boxes. The bookshelves are makeshift amazon.com inventory shelves. The left side of my garage holds my craigslist wholesale warehouse.
I’ve made a comfortable amount of money selling stuff on amazon and craigslist. Thankyou internet age, and wow you can collect a lot of things owning a house over 7 years.
Originally, I was going to leave Monday September 1, probably early to midday. Presumably, after we play our yearly Arts, Beats, and Eats show.
But I was advised to come to New York early. Needless to say, I’m going.
Saturday August 2, 2014 is my last day of teaching piano at Southland Music.
We’re still planning on coming back to do the show Labor Day Weekend. It’s not 100% confirmed yet, so keep it on the DL.
Renee is going out Sunday to try to find us a sublet.
I’m going shortly after.
Looking forward to more stories and pics to come.
On a downer note…
“Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of inextinguishable regrets.”