August 15th, 2005


Standing Outside with the Smokers at Parties and Avram Davidson's The Scarlet Fig

Taken at a party in St. Peters on Saturday night. I met a Spanish girl, got her number, and the following day was told about the boyfriend. Naturally.

This morning saw the arrival of Avram Davidson's The Scarlet Fig, which I paid for some time in the beginning of the year. I'm a bit of a Davidson junkie, and while I don't think the Vergil stuff is his best, I couldn't say no to something new and which concludes two books I did enjoy. The book as an object is a nice thing, though I wish it had been put in with some bubble wrap or something, so that the edges hadn't gotten a bit bent by the overseas journey. It has happened with other books I've ordered from the UK, so maybe the British have an allergy to bubble wrap, or there's a bubble wrap shortage because everyone is sitting at home with a cup of tea and popping the bubbles before posting. "I say, old chap, I'm not using bubble wrap for the colony. They're all criminals there anyway." Whatever: they don't make many books like the Rose Press' edition of The Scarlet Fig anymore, and I'm pleased with it.

And when I get some proper free time, I'll read it without interruptions. This'll be the end of the year, most likely.
  • Current Music
    The Flaming Lips - In The Morning Of The Magicians

Real is the Backup.

With my ipod, albums have become a back up tool. In the last year, I've found that after loading an album onto the ipod, it gets tossed into an ever growing pile of red and white and olive green albums near my CD stand. I rarely spin disks on my stereo anymore because I have my ipod wired to it, so the disks and covers and plastic have become, basically, useless. I could put them on ebay or sell them to a second hand store and fund the purchase of new music and books, but... well, if my ipod fucks up or goes missing, I'll have to spent weeks downloading and burning and thousands repurchasing what is about fifteen years worth of music. And if record executives raid me and scream, "You didn't pay for that Patti Smith album, did you?" I'll have nothing to prove that I did, indeed, pay ten bucks for it.

My albums are my back ups.
  • Current Music
    Patti Smith - Land