I wish I had some great thought, some epiphany, or even a funny observation, that I could post here that would make everyone scratch their heads, become more humble, and see the world in a new and interesting way. But that doesn't seem to be happening lately; after a grueling year of classes, I find myself in full-on summer, with no job, no girlfriend, no money, and swaths of free time witch which I could use in whatever no-cost way I see fit. I've even been on vacation already. Why don't I have something amazing and crazy to share with ya'll?
No news is good news, I guess, and 'round here there is nothing new to report. My days are filled with reading Love & Rockets, writing, working on radio tidbits, and playing with the cat and ducks; and my nights are filled with Dr. Who, peanut butter cookies, and checking again to see if I still don't have any money. It's a strange life to be living. There's nothing to be tragically, horrifically, devastatingly upset about, except all the things that everyone is upset about. More than anything, there is a thick blanket of waiting lying on top of me, and the more I struggle with it the slower time seems to pass.
Maybe there's a Miles Davis album I haven't heard yet. Somewhere...
It strikes me that these circumstances would sound like heaven on Earth to the overworked majority, but are probably just kind of asstastic boredom to the underworked minority, n'est-ce pas?
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ReplyDeleteExpect about 20 new 'zines this summer.