I used to have this blog, and it was called The Shantytown Orgasms - yes, I know it's an absolutely amazing name, and I always wanted to be in a band called The Shantytown Orgasms but could never make it happen, mostly because as a musician I'm kind of a ball-hog who can never be bothered to learn other people's songs and never wrote enough good ones of my own to make anyone famous. Wow, there's a lot of information in that sentence, boy - why don't you just slip it into reverse, turn around and look behind you, ease up on the clutch and back slowly out of the garage. There you go. Now turn the car off, here's a hanky to wipe your brow and remember you can't kill anyone with a run-on sentence.
The awful job I had back then, menial and bizarre, put my imagination to work. I was summering in the hypothalamus. I didn't make a serious decision about anything for several years.
I languished in bed on days off, thinking: fucking what now? I got up and did whatever. Time passing was a stunt, and when I went back to work I usually did so with some relief.
When I quit the job, I quit the blog. I didn't mean it to be so severely concurrent but I guess I felt like I was really moving on. I started another one: a travel blog, shared with Erika. We kept it going till we returned from Japan world-drenched and insufferable.
Then I had my lost year. Those recent adventures are now like pillowcases all torn open in a summer breeze, and I'm back to worrying about things I haven't legitimately worried about since I was writing The Shantytown Orgasms - money and lack, drudgery in abundance, mortality bahbahbahbah, these haggard old mares are back wanting buckets of oats.
Well, fine. But this blog is going to be green.
