Management humbly suggests:
Monday May 6, 2002
Obligatory catching up: yeah, I’ve been tired; juggling two day jobs and a couple of freelance gigs and arguing with myself over Where All This is Going tends to wear me down. There’s a number of pieces littering on a number of computers across town—possible links, aborted rants, pop cultural jokes and sexual trivia, but I kept putting them down and not picking them up again. I’ve a new piece over at Ruthie’s Club—“The Arb”—if you’ve paid your dues; anyone who read the piece I ran in the Fish Tank a few weeks ago should realize “The Arb” is very similar to that one in all the ways that it isn’t terribly different, so. Plus, gorgeous illustration by good friend Jason December. (Yes, I’m still working on that piece I ran in the Fish Tank a few weeks ago. Not quite there yet.)
More plugs, because that’s what I’ve got the energy for this week, or today, at least: yes, the album is kind of overshadowed by the one “hit” right out of the gate, but damn, what a song. “From the d to the i to the l to the do,” heh. And even if some of the rest comes off as Ani lite, there are some other beauts, and I’ll give props and cash to anybody with this much attitude. That I like. (And I do like.)
Otherwise: and this has less to do with Sex than it does with some of the reasons why books like Judith Levine’s are so important, and how our government is perpetrating (yet another) devastating evil in the name of private morality—go, now, order or beg or borrow a copy, and read this before she gets all inevitably rock star on your ass. She can turn a phrase and clock an analogy and her insight’s as keen as her tongue is quick, and if I’d been half as smart in high school as she is—well, I’d’ve burned out twice as fast as I have, maybe.
Oh: and new shoes. Definitely, go buy some new shoes. A sharp yet subtle pair of two-tones. Nice.