Gism Butter

Wed, 25 Aug 2004

Cover Story

Well, my story for the East Bay Express is done and printed. I've yet to hear much feedback, save the kind words from Sharon.

If you're really interested, you can read it here. I hope the Corys are not offended. I felt it was overall complementary of them. I can't say I'm a far of the cover art, but that's alright. Really this story was mostly a paycheck, rather than a labor of love.

We did not go to the baseball game tonight. Instead, we stayed in and ordered Chinese food. V's hopelessly depressed, and I felt she needed some serious butter time. So she snuggled up on the bed with Ali McButter, and I sat in the living room with Kyle playing Viewtiful Joe on GameCube. I seriously need more controllers so we can play Godzilla Destroy All Monsters Melee.

On Monday, the O's lost 3 to 4, though they put in a great show. Tejada got a standing O when he first came up to bat, a real tribute to the classiness of the A's fans. Three brits sat next to us and we gave them running commentary on the rules. V informed them of the various bizzare rituals Americans part in during a game, and they taught us somfootball songs to shout at anyone who struck out. The three blokes, Paul, Dominic, and another who's name eludes me at the moment, were shocked that the O's fans (and there were a few) were mixed in with the A's fans. In England, evidently, the segregate the fans because they'd beat eacch other up given the chance. Also, at football matches, no liquor is allowed, nor is any served for three hours prior to the games, due to riots.

Anyway, two of these guys were investment bankers, and one was a government employee. They were smashing chaps really, and we gave them a lift to BART after the game. As a thank you gift, they gave V the giant foam A's cowboy hat they'd purchased before the game.

The two bankers did not fit my mental image of investment bankers. They were actually rather loose and easy going, rather than the stiff, suit wearing Cleese and Chapman's I always envision when I hear the term Invesment Banker.

Last night we went to Ron's birthday party, a remarkably well attended affair. I met an intern at Wired Magazine, who informed me that the only intern she'd seen get hired on there had a PHD in molecular physics. She was on a six month tenure. What worried me is that I applied for that very internship. I didn't get it obviously. Sounds like real shit work over there. i don't know how that magazine stays relevent, esspecially with a two month lead time...