Well, not really, I guess. I’m just tired and sleeping a lot. Weather’s been nice. Serbia and Kosovo situation is alarming to say the least. Obama won the “Democrats Abroad” primary which is pretty cool. Tonight, another debate. Oh, after Jenn’s show, I hope (Project X, 19:30 on CBC; they have a bona fide website now).
Radiohead is playing not one, but two nights at that Coachella East show, what’s it called. Maybe I’ll win the lottery…haven’t been to NYC in AGES. Actually, I was thinking that the kind of commentary I tend to make on the road would be perfectly natural in NYC, and people wouldn’t get all affronted there either. I should get a FUCK YOU I’M FROM NYC bumper sticker or something.
I’m exceedingly cranky about the lack of formalization of the Werchter lineup. YES I AM A BRAT.
Five weeks until a bunch of non-strangers whom I’ve never met will converge upon Vancouver for a William Gibson-oriented meetup. Plans are in progress for a tour of Spook Country locations, a Ministry show, cake…what else do you need for a fun weekend? perhaps karaoke; I heard of a place with rooms for rent for not too much money. I have to go there though and see if the book’s any good. Otherwise maybe the hobo-oke from the Vespa rally. At least the drinks are cheap, and it’s close by some of the less-salubrious Gibson locations.
“…the kind of commentary I tend to make on the road would be perfectly natural in NYC, and people wouldn’t get all affronted there either. I should get a FUCK YOU I’M FROM NYC bumper sticker or something.”
That’s funny, while living in NY, I don’t think I heard the word “PUSSY!” floating through the air.
Actually nowadays it’s more like COCKSUCKER! which is even more dangerous on a Vespa, believe me.