long time no type

my life is in chaos a bit these days and I haven't updated my journal much. I finished The Half Blood Prince and I have a TON of thoughts about that that I'm aching to prattle on about and I'm starting school soon-- could start online Greek any time I wanted to, in fact-- and I'm working my ASS off at work every day and so on and so forth. plus I haven't worked on City of the Market of the Dead lately either and I should write some new shit for that. plus I finished a Delany book that took me over two years, The Fall of the Towers, which is just an incredible book. It's shorter by far than Stars in My Pocket and Dhalgren, yet it took a long time to work through, almost as if I was meant to finish it slowly. It's a massively important book, prophetic and beautiful. Samuel R. Delany is one of the finest authors of any kind anywhere and I just can't get enough. Plus I've been reading reviews of Cormac McCarthy's new one (No Country for Old Men) that sounds cool. and I've been reading Ben Lehman's Polaris which sounds like a truly awesome RPG. Which has got me thinking about the RPG concept I've been working on idly (it's called Vida Kaleidoscope)--I think Lehman's game is going to totally kick my ass into gear. my jaw, my tooth has just got me in total agony these days which is messing with my mojo. Oh and I watched Harold & Kumar. That was some funny shit. I really hope they make the Rosenberg & Goldstein moview they were talking about. I gotta get started on finishing the play I've been writing (i suck lame hardcore) and somewhere gotta start playing music again. somehow. Apparently Chris Ware's got a new comic out, but it's not like a new "Jimmy Corrigan" or anything, it's just a placeholder. But I bet it still kicks my ass. And then there's Katrina. Damn. Now, in addition to making it naughty to criticize the ineptitude of our leaders from both political parties, we're going to have to stop talking about weather metaphors, you know, in order to be more PC or some shit. SO this cyclonic/whirlwind sensation I've been feeling lately is probably "not appropriate" because of all the bodies. And, you know, the 'merican flags n'shit. SORRY, can't hear you complaining, the FLAGS ARE FLAPPING TOO LOUD.

I'm LIVING vida kaleidoscope. Bring it on. Wait. I suppose I can't say that either, since I'm not talking about terrorism.