Sunday, June 1, 2008


Friday night (or Saturday morning, per preference), I spent three hours just kinda hanging out on a parked motorcycle in Chinatown. From 4:40 to 7:30 AM.... .... ... I don't really know how these things happen to me. don't exactly mind.

So. Turned out to be a great opportunity to blow through Rabbithole, probably the best thing I've seen since Baldwin, so that's...the two best bits of writing in four years. Not bad. Not bad, David Lindsey-Abaire, not bad for a genius. This everything. At all. Life. Chance. Blame. Parallel universes.That sort of stuff. This is a terrible description, I'll rant more later. Why, every time I'm supposed to be on careernet, does this happen?

No comments: