I'm still stuck
abhorring enjoying New Brunswick Piscataway, but the Career Center here at Rutgers has computers with Internet access so you need not worry about going a day without your Long Cut fix.
My job at the conference I'm attending here is "Logistics Coordinator," which is really just a fancy way of saying Gopher. As in, "go for this, go for that." It's my responsibility to make sure all the workshops and seminars run smoothly.
So of course I start my day by locking my keys in the car. Luckily I have AAA to save my dumb ass. They were able to break in to the Kia in about two minutes. Which was both reassuring and disturbing. Reassuring because all the stuff I need to do my work was locked in the van with my keys. Disturbing because if my minivan was ever stolen I would really miss the few packs of gum I keep in the glove compartment.
No one is screaming my name right now, so I'm doing a little surfing. Kind of ironic that the Career Center offers the opportunity to surf the web - I can't think of a more realistic way to prepare students for what the work world will really be like.
So that there is some actual content in this post, I give you this, from Rolling Stone:
How cool is that? Locally they're scheduled to the Borgata down in AC, so I won't be seeing them (I prefer not to give any money to them evil casinos, for any reason). Is there anything Rundgren - a Philly boy - won't try? Last time he came around on tour it was with Joe Jackson, who seems to share Rundgren's willingness to experiment with different musical styles. Both the Cars and Rundgren are (or at least were, at one time) known for offering Pure Pop, but I wouldn't have ever thought of pairing them up.
And they apparently have Ric Ocasek's blessing. Ric's reportly happy but disinterested. Of course I would be too if I was married to Pauline Porizkova (happy, that is, not disinterested). (And not that I'm not just as happy with my missus of course, but, God forbid, if something tragic were to ever happen to both Ric and my wife, then...)