Remember when I made this? Yesterday I opened my email account to find this bit of fan mail:
I listen to this bit of music you made at least once a week, and I
enjoy it every time. Could you please make more like it? And if
you’re willing to indulge me, I’d love to know something,
anything about what it’s “about,” if anything, or what inspired it.Paul Ingraham
My Rolling Stone cover is surely right around the corner.
[Edited for clarity of dates.] In the near to not-so-near future I will likely find myself in
Please plan accordingly for the festivities to celebrate my arrival.
Alternately, let me know if you live in or near one of these areas and would like to meet for coffee or a meal or a night of drink and debauchery.
I know of a cluster of D.C.-area bloggers and Atlanta-area ones. I am looking in your general direction. If you are anonymous, I promise not to blog meeting you so that your location can remain secret.
That is all.
…when he touches up at no charge a tattoo he did for you a year ago. When your tattoo is healing, leave it alone. If you don’t, it’s not likely to turn out as solidly black as you would like.
My next tattoo is going to be some kind of Felix the Cat image, but I’m not sure exactly what. Why? My grandfather, who died about three years ago, had a Felix on his forearm that he’d gotten inked back in the ’30s in New York when he was in the navy. I’d like to find a nice, vintage image to use, rather than the more slick recent adaptations.
Hmm, it turns out Felix played an important role in broadcast history.
Not as exciting as last week, but I want to make myself get some productive stuff done today:
Yesterday I