Personal

I might have mentioned this before, but the “Firedoor” from Ani’s Stockholm radio show on 3.2.99 features an inspired ad-lib romp through a section of “Rapper’s Delight.” I think this is proof positive that Ani is awesome. If you’d like the MP3 (and already own at least one album featuring “Firedoor”), i’d be happy to send it via ICQ or AIM.

Wow, i forgot all about that echoing hollow emptiness that comes along with being #1 on P.B on a Sunday. At least i can listen to Ani DiFranco telling me to fuck off to lighten the mood.

Whereas my activity in the apartment is limited to being on the computer, reading, or playing guitar, Matt’s seems to be down to sitting on the couch or sleeping in bed. So sad.

Matt just got back from a trip to the (closed) bookstore. On the way back, his trusty sandals finally gave up the ghost and disintegrated. He now has nothing to wear as footwear. I find the situation rather amusing, seeing as i have crap sneakers, work sneakers, nice sneakers, old hole-y boots, snow boots, sketchers, chunky men’s shoes, and three pairs of flip flops. Plus, slippers with rubber soles. Of course, i also can go nearly three weeks without having to do any laundry, and that includes an average of 1.75 socks per day. So, maybe i’m an unusual example.

The apartment is empty of most things. My computer is here, and though i claim to be unable to live without it i don’t seem to have anything to say to it. My guitar sits unused in the corner except for when i feel like improvising in a new key or playing under my skin. I have all of my CDs, but keep playing the same ten over and over. There is no food, only bagels, oatmeal, and orange juice. Human contact is totally unfeasible, since i’m either alone or idly bitching to Matt. Don’t get me wrong, i really like living here, but i don’t really live here and its easy to see. I think this summer broke me of my ability to entertain myself for hours on end by virtue of forcing me to socialize every single day. I don’t know how to sit in front of my computer for twelve hours straight on a weekend anymore. I also don’t know what else to do with myself. I could be working on school things, but there’s only so much of it to do. I know that i constantly say “as soon as i have the time i’ll do it,” but the only thing i could think of in that category was wash, and i did that already. So, i sit here and miserably try to find a way to spend money on something that doesn’t really physically exist while preparing to tell people tomorrow that i did nothing this weekend. And all this week i’ll be yearning for an hour of free time, when in reality i know i’d just waste it or take a nap. And now, i’ve got to go take clothes out of the dryers.