some days, like today, poems exist and the words wrap themselves around you. a word embrace. every poem by prévert is the example of love I'm trying to follow. and I would write more.
Hey meg, I thought you were hiring someone to type in code for me. I can see it now: "ok, assistant, take this down: if - Len - parentheses - strVariable - close parentheses is greater than zero curly bracket, are you getting this? do while not, type faster! intThis is greater than intThat" oh, my productivity is going to skyrocket.
I'm listening to Papas Fritas, Buildings and Grounds this morning. It's highly addictive. The weird part is, some of it reminds me of the stuff Syd Barret put out in the early 70's. call it insanity pop. then imagine Human League meets Possum Dixom with a postmodern grunge Partridge Family sensibility. If you're in the Bay Area, they're playing at Bottom of the Hill in SF on Saturday. If you don't need any new vices, don't go.
At the sxsw press coverage page, under PHOTOS FROM PERSONAL WEBSITES, there are links to my photos here. But they're labeled Elan.org. I'm not sure how they got "elan.org" out of "onfocus.com", but hey, links to me! [thanks for pointing this out, Elan. (or is that pb? I'm confused.)]
I can't believe soul coughing broke up. This is a sad, sad day. I can't even think of a witty lyric to quote. Go buy all of their CDs and cry yourself to sleep tonight.