Last few days of 30…
The big 3-1 is drawing nigh, and while I don’t have any specific plans to mark the occassion, I’ve been preoccupied with the sense that it’s all speeding by. It’s getting hader and harder to answer when friends and relatives inevitably ask “So, what’s up? You must be living a very exciting life there in NY…” Usually these days I come up blank, or lazily rattle off something about work since that’s my most immediate reality. It’s not that my life isn’t exciting…surreal, bizzarre, unexpected crap happens to me all the time, but for some reason, as soon as I experience something these days, immediately it becomes subsumed by worries about deadlines and phone bills and dental appointments, and whether or not my bangs need a trim. I guess I want to keep this journal to slow things down a bit, and to remind myself of what my life is actually about. I’ve been voyeuristically fasinated by other blogs by Poppy Z.Brite, Wendy McClure and Mike Doughty for the last year or so, but never bothered to give it a try myself, for fear of “not doing it right.” I guess that’s true about a lot of things actually, but that particular fear has definitely begun to wear out it’s welcome as of late. So fuck it, here’s my first of possibly many posts.