i've been droning. i live in brooklyn in a room like a practice room. i found a mirror on the street and i lost my will to sing schoenberg so i match pitch with songs i used to hear on the schoolbus radio and i sing sa and pa and ni.

chris and i broke up. i've been crying for a long time.

i'm still trying to figure out the life/work thing. i reread Air Guitar by Dave Hickey, which makes me feel like capitalism, or at least mercantilism can be a field for... transgression? either that or living in new york is making me feel like maybe i could... play along?

then again, blasphemy! i guess i'm not suppose to say that i always hear more music coming out of the pj's than out of the conservatories when i bike by. just saying. it just seems like the people who have been creating american culture for the past 100 years have been only marginally associated with capitalism.

you know, tony conrad wrote some really beautiful little songs. so weird! tonyconrad.net/songs.htm