As I attempt to:
- work on Chapter 3 of a novel
- read various books for other assignments
- finish a short story &
- come up with a market strategy for a major produce company to launch fruit segments (yes, that's right fruit segments)
Whilst hearing:
- two different but concurrently playing radio stations on HIGH volume from the roof above
- singalongs with said radio stations, from those who most likely should not be singing
- jack-hammering from the roof above
- hardwoodfloor finishing from next door
- construction crews yelling to one another (between floors 1 and 3) through concrete hallways
- oopsie ear-splitting fire alarms going off three times because the crew accidentaly "set it off"
...I'm quickly beginning to understand the true meaning of the Live+Work loft. It is less about me living where I work and working where I live and more about me living where YOU ARE ALL WORKING VERY LOUDLY DAY AND NIGHT STARTING AT 6AM. I can see the slogan now, with slick graphics and hip colours. "The New Live/Work Loft: You live where we work."
When the jackhammering has subsided and/or I find a temp location to "work" where I don't "live", I'll post thoughts on: Seven Types of Ambiguity progress, the David Mitchell read-his-stuff-before-he-gets-here marathon, Downtown LA dispatches that include homeless interpretive dancing & the view from above featuring Danny DeVito's head. Yes, that's right. Danny Devito's bald head as viewed from my rooftop for many hours while filming a video right where our dogs poop and no longer can thanks to overly amped PA's & stylists who felt it necessary to tear out, from the very roots, the only grass patch that exists in all of downtown LA to make the scene more "real."
