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Hi! I know, we never talk anymore. It's sad, 'cause we used to be so close, you and me. I thought maybe it was time to bring a little closure to that Becky entry; she's still gone, and it still fucking blows every day, but for Thanksgiving Mars and I went up to Nantucket with Jim and spent time with her parents and sister and it was perfect -- it was like, even if we've been robbed of the opportunity to have Becky physically in our lives, to have deepening friendships with her until we were little old ladies knitting on some Philly stoop somewhere together, we still have plenty of opportunities to get to know her better, just by talking and sharing stories. Even getting to know her mom and dad better as people feels like getting to know Becky better; the same cloth, you know? And it's also comforting to know that they're there as forever as any human beings can be, so we'll always be able to maintain our friendship with Becky through them in a way. Plus they're fun as hell and make killer food. Other than that, Philadelphia is definitely, definitely home. I started working out of Space 1026 to get over that weird social ineptitude I'd built up over the years of living and working alone; now I walk to Chinatown every day, smelling flowers and petting dogs and waving at hot dog stand guys along the way, and have actual in person impromptu conversations with friends on a regular basis inside the space; I'm a lot healthier for it physically and mentally. Don't get me wrong, I regularly curse this "collective" and its fuckedupness, but I'm not leaving any time soon. Just finished up work on a little book we put together for the Yerba Buena show in January, that was fun. But it's mostly just the ability to go dancing every weekend if I want, to walk to great food or great anything, really, to visit my parents without it being heavy lifting, to have random little evenings with Mars or Jim or Ben and Chi and Atari... it's all family. Philly is family and I've started to get a little protective of it after that fucking New York Times article about how hotrightnow it is so I don't even want to talk about it anymore. Other than that, working a lot and it feels good. Another TV show bun in the oven, pray for a live birth... Jamie Lynn Spears has not thwarted me this time... yet... and I'm working with a partner who's super easy to work with. I think that's it, just wanted to break the seal on a new entry so next time I want to say something about cocks it wouldn't be such a total non-sequitor. 'Cause I'm always stifling the urge. To say stuff about cocks. You know me. Thunk at 03:07 PM |
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