Waiting around

It hasn't been an unproductive day: I had a useful paid-work phone call this morning. It transpires that the 15 January deadline is at least slightly fuzzy, and that the people handling other parts of this have made some decisions that the woman I'm working with and I agree don't make sense, which we'll have to work around. (The purpose of the phone call was to give me instructions on what comes next and how to do it.)

Then I wasted the afternoon waiting around for a FedEx delivery. I foolishly didn't get a tracking number, after calling the shipper and being told that it showed as "on the truck" because at the time I didn't see any use for the information. Now, it might be useful evidence of where things went wrong. I stepped outside for a few minutes around 5, never leaving sight of where the truck would have pulled up, and while I was getting daylight checked to make sure they hadn't left a notice; when <lj user="cattitude" got home around 7:30, still neither ring nor slip. I'll check again in the morning, but I am not pleased, and not only because I have overdue library books to return, and a copy of the Tiptree bio to pick up at the library, which had been a large chunk of today's agenda. Somehow, in that, I didn't really have the concentration to do more work on the freelance project than what had been achieved during the phone call.

Waiting around

It hasn't been an unproductive day: I had a useful paid-work phone call this morning. It transpires that the 15 January deadline is at least slightly fuzzy, and that the people handling other parts of this have made some decisions that the woman I'm working with and I agree don't make sense, which we'll have to work around. (The purpose of the phone call was to give me instructions on what comes next and how to do it.)

Then I wasted the afternoon waiting around for a FedEx delivery. I foolishly didn't get a tracking number, after calling the shipper and being told that it showed as "on the truck" because at the time I didn't see any use for the information. Now, it might be useful evidence of where things went wrong. I stepped outside for a few minutes around 5, never leaving sight of where the truck would have pulled up, and while I was getting daylight checked to make sure they hadn't left a notice; when <lj user="cattitude" got home around 7:30, still neither ring nor slip. I'll check again in the morning, but I am not pleased, and not only because I have overdue library books to return, and a copy of the Tiptree bio to pick up at the library, which had been a large chunk of today's agenda. Somehow, in that, I didn't really have the concentration to do more work on the freelance project than what had been achieved during the phone call.

Quote, seeking a home

In a discussion on james_nicoll's journal, the quote "Writing about music is like dancing about architecture" came up, with the attribution to Frank Zappa and, I think, observation that it's hard to track down where/whether Zappa said it. A quick Google got me a discussion of who said it first, which comes to no firm conclusion, but eliminates some possibilities (e.g., some people credit Laurie Anderson, but she says she got it from Steve Martin) and includes an email from someone who decided to try dancing about architecture. At an open mic.