june

june is apparently leslie's romantic amnesty month. all my ex-losers are either asking forgiveness or blatantly trying to get in my pants. meanwhile, i'm trying to finish a bunch of projects around the house before my roommate moves in (which means tune into my other blog, http://1702willow.blogspot.com), as well as enjoy my last days of living alone, something that turned out to be much more enjoyable than i had ever imagined.

zeitgiest

i need to blog more, but recently i discovered that journaling is much more important, and is something that i have completely lost touch with. i got a great phone call last night from Jennifer, who is (still) in Madison at UW. I hadn't talked to her for about a year - a good, long conversation, that is, which is something she and I used to share frequently - and it was so weird to sum up the insanity of the past 12 months for her in less than an hour. since i've started to realise that my life is truly a cartoon, and if there was a movie made about me, it would have to be animated, Jennifer's feedback was a lot of "WHAT?!"

anyway, then i went and wrote for a while at Lovejoy's... found tidbits, which prompted me to write notes to people... and delivered said notes on my bike before heading home. i love that it's socially acceptable to go to lovejoy's and just read or write and be in your own head, and not be ostracized for it. and, as par for the course, i made a new friend there last night as well.

synchronicity

since i've moved into my new place (see http://1702willow.blogspot.com), i've been doing a lot of loner-nesting activities, and i find it interesting that a lot of them require the same music i was listening to at the end of my college career, back in new york/brooklyn. part of this im sure is the three or so months i spent living alone in my little apartment in billburg, before said moved in, as well as the inevitable end-of-college holding pattern i was stuck in: all these plans for the future with the insurmountable present getting in the way. all the music i was into at that time has been my choice for listening right now, and i also find (in 20/20 hindsight) that i also opted to to listen to this same stuff at every major transition in my adulthood. so it's on again right now: the fall, devo, joy division, buzzcocks, faces, george harrison, roxy music, etc.

that sets a nice backdrop for right now. i've finally got the i-moved-to-texas-so-im-a-gonna-buy-a-house box checked off, and i have this incredible feeling of freedom, despite the piles of junk mail that now arrive in my mailbox daily, courtesy of the bank, mortgage companies, realtor, and insurance companies involved in this process, and despite the fact that this investment has made me a wage slave until the year 2040. ive also had the fortune recently of meeting someone who is kind of the embodiment of everything i was striving for back when i was preparing to finish college: activism, art, radical politics, good music, middle fingering the man, and crazy leftist-pinko literature. i have to wonder if this chance meeting is part of the universe's bigger plan for me, or if it was a drunk little happenstance to be enjoyed in the moment. in the meantime, i spend my evening giggling over a typewriter, thinking about everything i want to read in semiotext(e) USA, gary indiana, and how infrequently i run into people who can throw down a copy of the TAZ in a moment's notice.