11:31 a.m. - 2004-07-08
rambling again
Since many of my blog-ic inspirations are all about the multi-linking, I would like to direct you time a NYT editorial that is fucking brilliant, written in response to the new era of Bill Cosby being clueless as fuck. Here ya go, newsies.
On with the selfishness.
Fueled by my new love for Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I'm immersing myself in Love in the Time of Cholera which is less hallucinatory/brilliant than One Hundred Years of Solitude, but works as decent literary methadone, since everything else I pick up seems inadequate for the time being.
I'm going to Bellingham for the weekend, to escape what feels like a permanent vocation: that of the shut-in. Alas, in spite of how glibly I portray my state of mind, here or on the phone to my friends who are all far-flung, it seems....I'm really not terribly happy. At all, actually.
Oh well.
Anyway, I'm about to come into a smidge of money that should momentarily imbue me with the ability to exist in a social world. For a bit. Luckily, there are loads of shows coming up this next two weeks that are setting my heart aflame with all their possibilities...the Walkmen on Tuesday at the top of the list, chronlogically and dreamy-o-logically. Yay! Maybe there is hope.
Or at least dope.
