Talked to one of my several editors today spouting forth a fab story idea. And if I tell YOU what it is howinhell do I know that I willn't be scooped.
Therefore a smoke screen:
The story for the glossyhappy mag is to do an in-depth profile of the several Middling City fluffers employed by the region's burgeoning porn industry.
Had a coffee break to the max with MQM, better known here as Marky Sparky, Boy Colleague. He bought me not one - but two - jumbo coffees and I am roasted.
Amongst other things we discussed music, the pending re-re-re-union of 10,000 Maniacs (according to Blair W better than ever + with a new vocalist to boot), the state of my grad studenthood, the state of the Middling City photo industry, our various hilarities and firings & hirings about town.
Good to the last drop, I thought nearly aloud as I just completed coffee number two, dripping the ultimate spec of it into my awaiting and exuberant self.
I must mention that Ryan Adams is a-playin over there to the east of the room and as always he's got my heart all wonky poetic.
Reading The Necessity for Ruins, collected essays by a JB Jackson, rec'd by The Man, JR. After reading from the online course's reading packet, an expensive amassment of xeroxes from copyright-cleared books, it's a fucking pleasure to read hard copy from a real soft book. Texture! No keystoned words floating into a binding's replication.
I remain.