I mailed off my fellowship application late in the afternoon yesterday. So for a while there, starting early Thursday evening, it was me, iTunes on repeat (Paul Duncan; Film School; Autopilota; and Spaghetti Western), and a leader thread of images of the characters from "Recess" buffeting my anxious call to exigent arms.

Doubtless, to have gone in to work would have been me saying I give up, but I made the decision early, a bit after 10, to utilize my voice and crackerjack the boss. But I'm fairly lucky to have gotten through with the whole process. 18 hours of no time. 18 hours of acting like I'm in one of Glenn Branca's orchestras keeping the world's beat on a pair of drums Branca himself boasts he took out the back of a Texas schoolbus one Friday night in the 80's, up front the driver listening to "Eyes Without A Face" the whole time.


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