Notes From The Flip Side: 05.26.2002
It's not that nothing is going on - it's that so much is going on that I don't know where to begin. I'm in the middle of a three-day weekend and I'm wishing that I could go back to work tomorrow just to avoid the drama.
Instead, I bunker down in this 7' x 9' room that I call my office (which also doubles as Jenn's closet and provides a place for my record collection). I fire up a system or two, depending on what I need to do. I work on the new issue of the zine. I transcribe.
And I know that these things shall pass.
My life - that is, my daily existence and the things that happen to me - seems great. I'm learning new things at work. I feel productive, healthy and happy. I eat a lot of Mexican food. Jenn and I are doing well.
The drama is all tangential. None of it has happened to me, yet all of it affects me in some way. Frankly, it just makes me feel tired all over. And I'm waiting for it all to stop.
Trial By Fire. The new Selby Tigers album. And I'm imagining the new Dillinger Four record.
John Kuenster, "Heartbreakers"
David Halberstam, "Summer Of '49"; Roger Kahn, "The Boys Of Summer"; Italo Calvino, "t zero"; Greil Marcus, "The Old, Weird America"; Naomi Klein, "No Logo"