nothing really going on, otherwise, although i did come up with a cool little ditty on the 4-track last night - very Sam Prekop-ish, which i'm kinda psyched about. no words, though; no words for most of this stuff i've been writing. i think i might be avoiding it. what i need is a bottle of port and a thunderstorm; that'll get the juices flowing, i bet...
nothing really going on, otherwise, although i did come up with a cool little ditty on the 4-track last night - very Sam Prekop-ish, which i'm kinda psyched about. no words, though; no words for most of this stuff i've been writing. i think i might be avoiding it. what i need is a bottle of port and a thunderstorm; that'll get the juices flowing, i bet...
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Farewell, LJ
So I guess I'm retiring this blog. Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.…
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Catching up
The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed…
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Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":…
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