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		<title>postcard from the studio, day 27</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A friend told me about a book he once owned: one-page summaries of different jobs, including three intelligent questions you could ask someone in that line of work. The questions are surprisingly useful, he said, especially in small-talk situations. No bluffing required, no need to draw tenuous connections to your own experience. Just a bit [...]]]></description>
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		<title>postcard from the studio, day 15</title>
		<description><![CDATA[No, I can count; yes, it has been over a month since we started. It&#8217;s a fits-and-starts recording process. Lots of location scouting, practicing, phone calls and emails in between. Not to mention trips to the bank and crossing fingers that my deposits clear in time.
It&#8217;s been a fantastic week: keyboards and one glorious day [...]]]></description>
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		<title>postcard from the studio, day 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Greetings from a business park in San Clemente, one of the unlikelier places to find a recording studio. I&#8217;ve been getting my tacos de pescado fix every time we break for a meal.  There are two small windows in the live room; from the piano bench I can see blue sky, edges of palm [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a few post-Earth Day thoughts</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Backstage in Montclair, New Jersey.  Stephanie White is rehearsing with Robbie LaFalce in the other room&#8212;what a voice.
I took the train this afternoon: the J out of Brooklyn, then the F up to 34th Street, walked one block west to Penn Station, then hopped on NJ Transit&#8217;s Montclair-Boonton Line.  From Walnut Street station [...]]]></description>
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		<title>here, I&#8217;ll send you elsewhere</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Things are brewing nicely around here.  The leaves of album #4 have dropped into the water.  It&#8217;s ambitious, this record, on pretty much every front; at times I already feel I&#8217;m in over my head but in that exhilarating way, like falling in love with someone way out of your league.
More on all [...]]]></description>
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		<title>hello Monday</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Working on Sid Arthur this afternoon and getting stuck. Setting meditation sessions to music is tricky business. Rehearsals for a reading begin tomorrow, so I&#8217;m hoping this traffic jam clears up soon.
Meanwhile, I&#8217;ve stumbled upon this:
There are thousands of different definitions of religion. But I like to think of three main ways of understanding it. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://viennateng.com/scrapbook/?p=81</link>
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		<title>a video for Gravity (or, &#8220;reasons why I love a life in music&#8221;)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yes, it&#8217;s true&#8212;I&#8217;m finally going to have a video for an album track!
Fat Monster Films picked the song several months ago, developed the concept and shot half the footage before approaching me about being in it. A bit of a gamble, but it was a brilliant move; as soon as I saw their 30-second rough [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://viennateng.com/scrapbook/?p=80</link>
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		<title>Huckleberry Hill</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I write to you, way past my bedtime, from here.
It&#8217;s truly amazing&#8212;chaotic yet orderly, functionally frivolous.  The man who created it gave us a comprehensive tour of the interior when we arrived, and promises an odyssey into the several acres of outdoor marvels when it&#8217;s light out.
More about what on earth I&#8217;m doing here [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://viennateng.com/scrapbook/?p=79</link>
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		<title>spring in January</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hello from Northern California, where I&#8217;ve been camped since mid-December or so. I swear I didn&#8217;t orchestrate this as an escape from the East Coast winter; at any rate, the house here has its thermostat set to 58 degrees Fahrenheit, which gets my teeth chattering rather effectively. Late last night the power went out in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://viennateng.com/scrapbook/?p=78</link>
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		<title>crunching numbers (or, &#8220;better late than never&#8221;)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Life finally slowed down enough for me in September to sort through the mound of receipts, reports, bank statements and envelopes that comprise the Green Caravan tour paperwork. I have such a highly organized, scientifically engineered system of accounting, it&#8217;d make any CPA proud. Really. That&#8217;s why it took me three months to gather the [...]]]></description>
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