Monday, September 22, 2003
Can't even begin to catch up, won't try. Decided today that I need to push forward with more resolve on several fronts over the next month. 1) Health/weight loss. Want to be down to 210 by the time I go to NYC, and 205 by the time I go on tour (about 1 month exactly). 2) Type up poetry MS; some of the deadlines are the end of this month, I think a lot of others are in Feb. 3) 3 major freelance pieces -- really the most pressing is the Costello/Newman. The Young People can probably wait until they come to town, I can interview them then and turn it in early Nov., and the same for Farber. But I've been writing parts of the Farber piece in my head from the moment I took it on, so I should really just start trying parts of it -- I could probably finish on the road. Always an issue, what to bring to read or try to finish on the road. 4) I -really- want to finish my EP for Douglas before I go East. I owe it, and I have some selfish reasons to. To this end, the idea is to do about 10 hours of work a day, any day where this is at all possible. I know from experience I can't prioritize all of this easily, but I've almost put myself in one of those periodic situations were I fuck off for practically a month and push a bunch of medium-term goals into too short a frame. Let's get all this done in 4 weeks instead of 2!
Couldn't sleep last night, woke up around 2, fitful between then and 5, wrote a song -- one of those 'Tired of the West' experiences where it goes from idea from execution in the space of a night rather than my usual slow accretion. I think it's called 'Two Knives.' Had a short story idea too, though it may be too recognizable Boggsian -- what would happen if a small business that said, forged money welcomed cheerfully? (Would that be legal, if a small self-contained community chose to use non-legal tender, as long as they didn't pass it out of their community?) Hell, there's no gold standard anymore for the official stuff, and what's gold anyway, other than durable. Scrip. Funny, b/c the song has a Lockean bit too.
A few notes from the Farber screening (Musketeers of Pig Alley/Grand Illusion). Whoops, where's the right notebook?
Couldn't sleep last night, woke up around 2, fitful between then and 5, wrote a song -- one of those 'Tired of the West' experiences where it goes from idea from execution in the space of a night rather than my usual slow accretion. I think it's called 'Two Knives.' Had a short story idea too, though it may be too recognizable Boggsian -- what would happen if a small business that said, forged money welcomed cheerfully? (Would that be legal, if a small self-contained community chose to use non-legal tender, as long as they didn't pass it out of their community?) Hell, there's no gold standard anymore for the official stuff, and what's gold anyway, other than durable. Scrip. Funny, b/c the song has a Lockean bit too.
A few notes from the Farber screening (Musketeers of Pig Alley/Grand Illusion). Whoops, where's the right notebook?
