Monday, May 24, 2004

Last time I posted here, it was Pete Townesend's birthday. Today it's mine.

It's sad that at this moment neither of us are drunk.
posted by scott on 7:30 AM

Thursday, May 06, 2004

Okay, tring to get shit together here. I'm not one to keep a diary, never have been. The idea of 'journaling'always made me a bit queasy. I write for a job, so the idea of making more profundity out of my bullshit doesn't really do it for me. Even as a as a jr. literary kid, I didn't really write just to write. So if almost everything thing I've written as been published or for another assignment, what does this say of me? (This is a rhetorical question.)

So here's a compromise, ramblings with the potential of an audience. Maybe. So be gentle with me; it's my first time.

At first, I thought that all these entries were to be about Jeff Klein. Handy, one would think, for that eventual time when he's shot by a jealous husband -- the eulogies are mostly written.

So something about me: I quit my job at CMJ in March, after 12 eventful years. What am I doing now? Good question. Half the shit I planned to do hasn't happened, so now I face the tyrrany of free time coupled with the pressure of supporting a family. Fun. Not to just bitch. I'd hate to think that people start blogs just to complain about their petty problems. But now that I'm getting that out of my system, I can focus on being more entertaining, if only to myself, in the future.

It's raining.



posted by scott on 4:51 PM