Old ideas about loving old people
Today Leonard Cohen released his twelfth album. Like Christmas morning I woke early, but instead of staring into the glittering tree and shiny, wrapped packages in predawn darkness I stared at my iTunes account and clicked some buttons to receive my gift. And now this album on repeat. We’ll spend our day together. It feels like we’re on a date. I brushed my hair, slicked my lips...
It’s still the beginning of a new year. Some people want to change themselves from what they were last year. Not really in their heads, not in that way that makes it easier to get on in the world. Like, physically. Like, they want their bodies to look differently. They want there to be less of that body. They want to be less fat or less scrawny. And changing your body can make you feel...
Sorry for your loss
On the weekend I got in to a discussion about sending cards. The paper kind. Where you have to have an address with a postal code on it. You know the ones. They arrive in this thing called the mail box that you open with a key and not a password. Yeah. Not email. Not inbox. Don’t get me wrong. If you want to send an e-card, get your hot bitch self to the e-card emporium. We were talking...
New Year, New ?
It’s a new year and stuff. I took down my calendar and didn’t put up a new one. Numbers move around or whatever. We measure things. The Mayan calendar is being a total cooze. Persians are all like, ‘you call this a new year?’ Etc. The only calendars I care about are the broadcast calendar, the publishing calendar, the ‘cram all the good movies into two months...