for some reason email isn't working for me. it's kind of strange. i've been using email pretty regularly since 1989, borderline obsessive at times. if i'm not writing you back please understand i'm just kind of off kilter. i call it transition.

normally transition for me means something unapologetically extreme - like leaving the country and all the people i love. i do this every two to three years. but i've been in brooklyn for four now... maybe i'm getting older, wiser, more patient, or something because this time i just moved to red hook, cut my dreads, and relaxed on the email.

also strange, the cable isn't nearly as cool as i thought it would be. (though i do enjoy that gadget i wrote about last week).

when i turn on the tv, flip through 20 of the 2billion channels, i just get depressed. when i turn it off i'm instantly better. i thought for sure i'd watch the movies, but i'd rather stay up all night listening to music... which is what i did last night until 4am because i have no neighbors as of yet. it's hard for me to say that listening to Every Thing I Own by Bread is any better than Ally McBeal in all its stupid boy meets girl love drama sappy crap... but whatever. at least i can imagine my own pictures.

so last night was jukebox indulgent night. every song you ever, or maybe never wanted to hear on a jukebox i played. journey, bread, neil diamond, gerry rafferty, carly simon, nick drake, tom waits, tammy wynette, leslie gore, kristin hersch, pat benetar, neil young, chet baker, stan getz, missy elliot, max romeo, johnny cash, eminmem, erasure, america. an accoustic version of rhiannon. it made me want to host a radio show.

it'll be all about nostalgia.

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