in new york.

[naot]

I had been planning to update more regularly, sort of. I'm back from my small adventure and am at work, where I sit in a freshly painted purple office under flourescent lights and no ceiling but a door that closes and a poster of a naked woman in a spiral watermelon patch to my right and where soon I'll have a desk lamp and maybe even a floor lamp which will allow me to disconnect the network of flourescence in which I bathe. Tonight I move my two suitcases into my and Mich's new Park Slope apartment which I am now concerned about affording because the rent is squarely over the one-third of my miniscule income mark but I'll make do by downloading all my music and not saving very much. My job is good, I mean, it's great, really. But relative thinking only gets you so far. I worry much more about the magazine in the theoretical than in reality, which is to say that I have ideological or maybe just personal? qualms with making the magazine overtly progressive but in reality, the only thing I'm interested in reading andn editing and publishing is just that, so I'm sort of nervous but also relieved because I don't want to propogate, you know, the Man or something.

This is actually sort of fun. I'll write more substantive things again.