November
It has been a few weeks since I've filed anything. Life has been big and good and busy. Life is so pleasant that it is hard to create art right now.
I'm re-interested in this Web site. I'm going to conjure a new design here before long. At a gathering this weekend, a girl saw my site and said the picture up in the left-hand corner "doesn't do [me] justice." I think she has astigmatism or was tipsy.
Watch for a new Picture Storybook soon. There has only been one in the history of this site and that was in 2003. You'd think I'd nourish the franchise.
After some careful consideration, I'm allowing people to leave comments on the blog. This indicates a significant reduction in my elitism. I only ask of you one thing: Have some class.
The workhorse of my dreams, KRAP Radio, went away last month. Twenty dollars a month seemed like a lot for me to pay -- subsidizing something relatively few people ever heard. If you were among the 5,999,999,975 who never heard it, it was just a mish-mash of different kinds of music. Noble in its high concept, but eminently unlistenable. Very few people are willing to be schizoid radio listeners. Very few people will stick with you when it's Willie Nelson's "City of New Orleans," followed by Diana Ross' "Chain Reaction," followed by something from Wagner. I mean, really.
But there's a chance KRAP will come back with a new format some day. So, fans, hold on to those KRAP t-shirts.
My hair is at that difficult length. It's no longer comfortable in its style and begs for something new. It's asynchronous growth. My hair is like a gangly teenager whose shoes are too big for his legs.
It's almost 2 p.m., and I'm wondering if I should go to work 45 minutes early today. Why not?
I love you, blog!
1:49 PM