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I don’t feel like writing. I do feel like giving you this: Friends of Irony.

Whoa. We all nearly just died. Where were you when life as we know it almost ended? Oh, wait. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

Asteroid nearly destroys Earth.

The wi-fi at OU is pretty impressive. I’m writing this post (and I just completed this post on UnWind) while sitting under a tree on the South Oval.

May it never be said that I hate nature, or that nature and technology are incompatible. Neither are true, at all.

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Posted this weekend update on Unwind.ou.edu. Halloween shows abound!

This IC review on Clock Hands Strangle took six months to write. I am (unfortunately) not kidding.

Stephen Carradini and the Midnight Sons were in the studio last night. All the piano tracks and bass tracks are in the can. The album should be finished on time, if this continues. Woo!

Submitted 57,808 words of my novel to my professor this week; I’m twelve thousand from being done (I think). Should be about three more weeks of writing at this rate.

I am down to choosing the last school I’m applying to for grad school. Now I get to do the hard work of actually applying.

I went to a job fair yesterday, and I talked to some very nice people about their businesses (special shout-outs to Oklahoma Gazette, Griffin, and KSBI for actually being interested in me). It was very interesting. I need to ramp up that application process, too.

Yes. That is all.

It’s really amusing to read old things that I’ve written. I really enjoy that writing is like any other craft: the more you do it, the better you get. If I were still writing at my eleventh grade level? Oy. I would definitely not be doing this any more.

Side note: searching your own name on Google (I refuse to give in to the verb “googling”) is really entertaining and somewhat confusing in what it pulls up. My Amazon wish list appears before my BlogCritics articles? Before my blog? Before my OU articles?

Oh well. At least people will know what I like.

Having recently retired the Jacksonism moniker entirely (goodbye, connotations of failure and bad decision-making!), I’m proud to have my first show as Stephen Carradini and the Midnight Sons tonight. Interestingly, I will not have the Midnight Sons with me, but I am playing the songs on which they are collaborating with me. It’s the first time I’ve played live in three and a half years. I thoroughly anticipate that it will not be the last time.

I am excited to be playing under my own name. I have long derided people who play under their own name, because I felt that they were not creative enough to think up a name or friendly enough to find good musicians to play with. But I am finding now that there is good in it; you can’t break up with yourself, for one. For another, you can pick and leave off; you don’t have to be hard-charging at music all the time. You don’t have others to support, so it doesn’t have to be your all-encompassing passion. It must be at least a passion, but it doesn’t have to be your only one.

So, playing under my own name allows me a freedom to change, morph, waste time, get prolific, or whatever. I’m still me, releasing an album. It’s good.

So, if you want, come out to Starbucks on Campus Corner, 6:00 p.m. and watch me play some tunes that are going to be on my upcoming album “How We Live.” I am so excited.

I’m mostly amused at people who comment negatively on blogs. They’ve taken the time to read at least a part of something that they really disliked, then used up more of their time to comment that they disliked it. To have a piece that provokes that strong of a response is more of a compliment than an insult, really.

I used to get offended, but now I just feel honored. Thanks, flamers!