Oh, the guilt!

So, it's been a while. I should feel guilty I suppose, for keeping my loyal readers at bay; I imagine that you've been suffering through long night sweats and damp palms during the day. I apologize for that. I'm back on the attack. So breathe deep, and breathe easy.

I've hung out twice with Jon in the past five days. So, that's zapped some of my free time. Last night I perused Jon's want list for records. It was about six typed pages long--I kid you not. Makes me feel like far less of a collector than some think I am. Now that I know that I'm not at rock bottom yet--that I don't need to check into the Vinyl Junkies Clinic for a stint of rehab--I guess I can now proceed with a clean conscience in blowing my summer allowance on records. Bwahahahaha.

Anyway. It's good seeing Jon. We watched the new Flaming Lips documentary. I've never been a big Lips fan. I truly don't like their last record, the Yoshimi one. I own it, but I never listen to it. However, after watching the film, I'm interested in reintroducing myself to their records from the early '90s when then had Ronald Jones on guitar. Maybe, just maybe, I'll one day be a Lips fan. (Don't get me wrong, they're great live, but on record they've never done much for me.)

Another big time waster the past week has been season three of Six Feet Under. Is this like the best-ever drama on TV or what? M and I are to the cliffhanger episode where Lisa becomes the focal point. (I don't want to give anything away if you have yet to see it.) There's only two episodes of the season left, which causes me great sadness. But--luckily--our friends have season four in tow, so we can transition to that shortly.

The other reason that I've been swamped as of late is the reason I need to cut this post short--work. It's been a bitch, and just as the dog days of summer approach, so do the dog days of my job. I'll be sending seven books to the printer in the next two months. Five of those manuscripts haven't even arrived yet. Talk about insane!

But, I have something to look forward to, in addition to my summer vacation in August. WRFU, the new community station in town, is supposed to be up and running by mid to late summer. I'm getting a show--hopefully--and I'm so stoked about that. My friend Donovan will be splitting a time slot with me. It's going to be a rock and roll variety show, of course, with lots of random found-sound madness thrown into the mix. Like a Noiseboy mix tape over the airwaves. I miss DJ-ing. A lot. Especially on the radio, which provides the opportunity for subtlety that a DJ can seldom take advantage of in a bar setting. I suspect they'll have an internet feed as well, so hopefully those out-of-towners can still listen in.

I wanted to post on the Cardinals and the Illini, too, but that'll have to wait.

Talk atcha later.

N/P--Magnolia Electric Co., "The Dark Don't Hide It"