My mortal enemy, the taxi. Here lies an entire roost of them, dreaming of ways to foil me.

I will defeat them all one by one.

Today’s soundtrack: Summer is ready, when you are
Today at 12:02pm: walking, sweating, shooting



If I had an iPod-slash-cellphone that took pictures I’d be all set. I carry too much crap.

Plenty of shit is designed to “fit in your pocket” but when you start carrying three or four of these bitches they’re no longer so portable. Pockets all lumpy and whatnot. Lately I’ve had to resort to carrying a murse a/k/a man-purse, which my guy friends find risible.

I’m not materialistic, just experiencistic. (I know “experiencistic” isn’t a word, but blogs ain’t literature, so deal with it.) There’s objects I need to carry because of the experiences they give access to.

The iPod provides a constant soundtrack, which I often need to balance out sudden mood plunges. It’s amazing how you can feel bad, then dial up a couple tracks and boom, problem solved. It takes longer than popping a pill but there’s no side effects. I take my medication through the ears.

Then you’ve got the eyes. I need to carry the camera because I need to capture certain things in photographs. Mostly empty space of one sort or another, empty space in the city. It’s a compulsion, like I need to shoot it in order to solidify my identity or balance something out mentally. I don’t really understand it, I just do it. When the results come out pretty I put ‘em up here.

The cell phone I need because well, duh. As much as I value my Q-time in large doses, every once in a while you want to take meals with pals, and these days it seems like the only plans people can make are last-minute plans, hence the celly. I don’t know how people hung out in the 1940s.

Someone suggested I post a playlist. I can’t imagine any of you liking all of it--not because I’m a music snob, but because I have weird tastes--but I’ve been wrong before, so here it is:

(Editor’s Note: If you actually go to the trouble of acquiring any of these tracks, and you find you don’t like them, remember: Keep it to yourself.)