Watch the sun go up and down
So Darren (mojodragonfly) has been around these parts for years, having been an early supporter of In the Middle of the Ocean and somehow stumbling upon this journal years later. His LJ is friends only, but if you knock I'm sure he'll let you into his world of great poetry, stunning photographs, and tales of raising his precocious ten-year old son Connor. It's great stuff.

Darren's fallen on some hard luck recently, and if Fortuna has her way he'll wind up with seven less houses than John McCain (zero).

If you're in Austin, he's offering his services if, in his words you "have a crappy job, or some time consuming piece of crap something or other that you need to get done, and wish you had someone to do it for you".

That probably won't help most of you, but if I were you I'd take a look at his Flickr photostream and see if any of these prints interest you at all.

Here's my pitch: Hey, all you Austin ex-pats! Sitting around wishing you had at least one crystal clear perfect little breathtaking photo on your wall of your old stomping grounds, to remind you of that afternoon at Bull Creek or the time you were at Campbell's Hole and they dared you to jump off that really high rock and you jumped and you felt like The Man?? Or, perhaps, you're just in the market for a picture of Lynn Mikeska in pirate stockings.

It's all here. Personally, once I get paid tomorrow I'm going for the B&W ferris wheel, because we're like that. They're great photos, and $35 for an 8x10 would do a lot to help out a good guy in need. (darren.german@gmail.com)

(Oh and, hey Darren, since your LJ is locked I'll be sure and lock this up in a day or so if you'd prefer. Just wanted to get word out to friends who don't have LJ accounts. Thanks.)

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Meanwhile, tonight is the opening night for In the Middle of the Ocean: Starring Hakeem Olajuwon. So....WHOOPEEEE! I'm terrified for them, I can feel the 1st day jitters in my bones, and I just hope they have a blast. It's a fun little machine and I'm glad to share it.

We used to, as our warm-up, go into the back alley behind The Hideout and sing a song together, arm in arm, at the top of our idiot lungs. So, in honor of the guys at Melusine Theater Company:

Break a leg, guys.