This Is Boring

I have 45 unpub­lished draft posts, dat­ing as far back as May 2005, lots of which are either out­dated, or about which I’ve for­got­ten what I was going to say. In any case I’m get­ting really annoyed that the three most recent posts here are just show­ing things I found on the inter­net, so,

As much as I think I’d like to talk about my life here, I don’t, on account of the fact that (1) nobody I know reads this, and (2) even if they did, I’d have noth­ing to say that I haven’t already told them, except for (3) things that I either can’t talk about with them at all or can’t talk about in the same way with them that I do with other peo­ple I know. So really the only can­di­date journal-y stuff is either mun­dane or would have to be really vaguely, obliquely ges­tured at rather than talked about, in order that only those who know what I’m try­ing to say would understand.

To make things worse I’m even begin­ning to hate the way this site looks but have no real desire to change it, much less any idea how I think it should look. Color would be nice, any­way, and is Helvetica/Arial really all it’s cracked up to be?

I’m going to Chicago tomor­row for close to a week, and there’s a good chance I will try very hard to go to Lon­don for the first week and ½ of Novem­ber, try­ing very hard to stay in The Strand Palace Hotel, which ide­ally will still look some­thing like this:

Also on Labor Day I turn really old.

Oh and we got a new room­mate named Asleep.

And I’m try­ing to get Ubuntu run­ning on my old lap­top, hope­fully even­tu­ally on my desk­top too.

And I saw Cape Fear for the first time last night.

And there are no good shows com­ing up, at least none that I’m thrilled about.

And Hamp­shire Mar­ket seem­ingly won’t re-stock non-diet Polar brand root beer until they sell all their bot­tles of diet, and I’m begin­ning to think that might be a worth­while invest­ment of ten dollars.

And the fact that I am now play­ing things com­posed by Bach for the vio­lin, rather than Suzuki, cre­ates the illu­sion that I have become about 300% bet­ter overnight.

And will it be pos­si­ble to fin­ish Gravity’s Rain­bow while I’m home next week? Will I even try?

I paid $15 extra each way to be seated in exit rows and I think I’m going to be really glad I did.