Spoon #9

Spoon #9

by · Sep 23, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

First official job interview. It seems there was a misprint in the job description. I thought I was interviewing for a junior position, my interviewer thought she was recruiting a Senior Producer. I met my father for lunch in the company’s...
Spoon #8

Spoon #8

by · Sep 19, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

My brother bought me a pizza in celebration of my visit to his new place of work. In actuality, it was my waiting for an hour to see him that prompted the offer of a free dinner. Perhaps I will now have to make appointments. I would like to have a job...
Spoon #6

Spoon #6

by · Sep 15, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

This spoon serves as a symbol for an entire day of events. There are only so many utensils per day that I can liberate. Drove to San Francisco for my first paid job as a session musician (playing percussion). Most of the work consisted of us waiting cozy lounge...
Spoon #5

Spoon #5

by · Aug 30, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

Street drumming in downtown Palo Alto. Someone collected money for us, but later stole it. Met a woman I once went to college with. She told me she used to flirt with me in class. I realized that I’m often clueless to such advances. After the drumming, Lisa and...
Spoon #4

Spoon #4

by · Aug 10, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

My brother’s birthday. A power failure which darkens most of the Western United States. Party guest enjoy the candle-lit occasion. Much drink was consumed, fun had by all. Party continued into breakfast the next morning. Discussed a possible spelunking trip with...

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