Everyone is allowed to abandon their blog now and then, especially if they move. I am busy! Which is a great thing. I just have to get back into the habit of blogging. I think it's a good thing to blog, because it keeps you in the practice of writing.

I've been reading a few books and lots of magazines, and I have a few rants forming in my brain, which will soon be here. I seem to do the most writing and some of my best writing when I am irritated. God - you'd think I'd be writing more. I love Amy Sedaris's list of things she hates as she interviews herself in the current issue of Index - it vindicates me; Hate is entertaining.

AMY: When somebody comes over and you ask them if they want something that you are trying to get rid of, and they want it but say, 'Do you mind if I get it later cause Josh and I are going to Film Forum to see The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, and we're not going straight home.' I hate games, sweetened tea, camping, political songs, when you're staring off into space and someone waves their hand in front of your eyes - it's equivalent to someone stopping you from yawning. Cockroaches, bamboo, rides. I hate it when sales people say, "Wear it with jeans," when you can only chew on one side of your mouth, the way straight guys sit on the subway, "high-fiving," Mylar balloons, empty ice cube trays, pantyhose, insect bites, polyester dinner napkins, litter bugs, cinnamon in food, homemade soaps, hot sauce, people in health food stores (they never look healthy). I hate it when people toss their change in a tip jar - that's not a tip, thats just you getting rid of your change. I hate phony people, "what's good?" when you're taking someone's order, when shop owners put things out that aren't for sale, the price of butter. I hate construction, gourds, hard plastic packaging on things you can never open, classical music. I hate returning phone calls, Styrofoam, peanuts, change on the floor, people just sitting still in a rocking chair. When someone calls and says, "Hey, turn on the TV real quick, there's something I want you to see. " Or, "Hey, listen to the words in this song." I hate being stuck behind someone when they are writing a check, futons. I hate constipation, and when people say 'because.' Because everything after because is bullshit.

One of mine and Sarah's greatest dreams in life is to have one of those mini-profiles in I-D. God, not even a full blown article - JUST THE MINI-PROFILE. That would give my life meaning, dammit! It sucks that I'll never be on a 30 under 30 list anymore, but at least there's hope for me in I-D. My pal Mickey Cottrell got in the current issue (Gwen Stefani on the cover), and he's no spring chicken. Mickey played the little dutch boy fetishist in My Own Private Idaho, but he mostly does PR and some production. I'm so jealous.

Jason Schwartzman looks like he has an eating disorder in the current issue of Dazed and Confused. I liked him stocky. His head is too big for his current scrawniness. Also, though he's wonderful in I Heart the Huckabees, he's suffering from Los Angeles Scary Eyebrow Syndrome.

One of my favorite magazines of all time, FOUND has a nasty side project, DIRTY FOUND out. I haven't really gotten a chance to look at it, because right after I got it, Sarah snatched it right out of my bag, that bitch. Jonno at Fleshbot should take note.


Ok. So now I'm listening to Hair (OBCR) and reading more magazines. Then I'm going shopping. BYE.

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