It's been awhile hasn't it? I keep on telling everybody about these awesome, just-can't-pass-em-up independent designer trunk shows that I can't even attend because, basically, I am BRRRR-OKE!
The recession has hit me with a pay cut, I'm in the middle of dishing out cash for the divorce process and the fact that I can't find a girl roommate to help me pay for this godforsaken rent is totally killing me and my savings. I'm not technically a starving artist just yet, but if I don't get me dolla billz in some form, I may fit the bill soon.
Right now though...I'm just glad I have a job. But I need a side job to get by. I'm thinking about delving into my other skills...dog training, dog boarding...maybe try my hand out at sewing my own line. Either way, I don't want to work for "the man". I want to work for myself, so here goes...
Got a dog that needs training? I've got references. I specialize in basic & trick training. I'll show you and your dog the ropes. ;)
Got a dog that needs to be supervised during your day job? The dog can't be a nuisance barker and must get along with my dog. Your dog will hang with me and my Bull Mastiff-Rhodesian Ridgeback mix during my work day from 8am to 7pm.
How about puppy socialization. If your puppy is afraid of people with hats or sunglasses, other dogs, vacuums and so on, I can help with that, too.
I also organize dog parties. Depending on your budget, you can propose locations, I can make or provide favors, moderate games, coordinate prizes for both owners and your dogs friends, and more!
Have a source for cheap fabric? Message me via my website.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
THE LEEK: Party With Big Pool Mistaken for Big Party With Pool
By P. Ordonia. September 4, 2009
Orinda, CA - Independent artist, Malaya Mai, misinterpreted a text from her rapper friend and fellow performer, who requested his name remain anonymous. "When he texted me that his manager was having a party at his place, with a big pool, to celebrate his birthday and that he wanted me to meet some people and perform, naturally I got hella excited and thought it would be a big party," said Malaya. That was not the case as Malaya and her rapper friends took the stage, or more accurately, the cement floor near the big pool outside, in the big backyard. "Just as soon as my rapper friend announced that we were about to perform, the manager's 6 or 7 friends that were in attendance disappeared into his house. What was left was 1 DJ, 2 rappers, 1 rapper's day job co-worker, 2 of my friends and me."
Despite the abysmal attendance, words shouted from Malaya's rapper friend as she took the stage were encouraging, "Perform like you're singing to a crowd of people!" And so she screamed into the "crowd", "Hellooooooo, Orinda!" And at the end of her debut performance of 1 Thing, Malaya made light of the situation by shouting into the mic, "Thank you! And good night!"
The small attendance was explained away with overheard laments of, "The venue was just too big for these small-time but very talented artists." "The manager is a manager, not a promoter. Duh!" "Where did the promoter disappear off to again?" "Wait! Was there even a promoter?" Some made it personal and theorized, "The manager must just have a small amount of genuine and real friends as opposed to those poser managers that befriend everybody. But are they really friends to any of them?! NO!" And one reminisced, "Kids these days. All they think about is staying inside the house and partying. What happened to good ole' fashioned outside pool parties with live rappers and singers?!"
Despite the low attendance, Malaya found positives in this private, not-really-a-party performance situation, "Big pools do not necessarily beget big parties."
Orinda, CA - Independent artist, Malaya Mai, misinterpreted a text from her rapper friend and fellow performer, who requested his name remain anonymous. "When he texted me that his manager was having a party at his place, with a big pool, to celebrate his birthday and that he wanted me to meet some people and perform, naturally I got hella excited and thought it would be a big party," said Malaya. That was not the case as Malaya and her rapper friends took the stage, or more accurately, the cement floor near the big pool outside, in the big backyard. "Just as soon as my rapper friend announced that we were about to perform, the manager's 6 or 7 friends that were in attendance disappeared into his house. What was left was 1 DJ, 2 rappers, 1 rapper's day job co-worker, 2 of my friends and me."
Despite the abysmal attendance, words shouted from Malaya's rapper friend as she took the stage were encouraging, "Perform like you're singing to a crowd of people!" And so she screamed into the "crowd", "Hellooooooo, Orinda!" And at the end of her debut performance of 1 Thing, Malaya made light of the situation by shouting into the mic, "Thank you! And good night!"
The small attendance was explained away with overheard laments of, "The venue was just too big for these small-time but very talented artists." "The manager is a manager, not a promoter. Duh!" "Where did the promoter disappear off to again?" "Wait! Was there even a promoter?" Some made it personal and theorized, "The manager must just have a small amount of genuine and real friends as opposed to those poser managers that befriend everybody. But are they really friends to any of them?! NO!" And one reminisced, "Kids these days. All they think about is staying inside the house and partying. What happened to good ole' fashioned outside pool parties with live rappers and singers?!"
Despite the low attendance, Malaya found positives in this private, not-really-a-party performance situation, "Big pools do not necessarily beget big parties."
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