Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Spring. Reminiscent of Barry White classics. Bulbs poking up their green stuff, the smell of earth again and my allergies rearing their histamine-rich heads. Hi Spring, hi itchy eyes, hi stuffed nose. So time to buy that herbal crap with the marshmallow root, etc. etc.
Finally got the scanned music image project off to the Shiney Happy Mag, a triumph with fabulosic wall notes of sorts to boot.
Strove for balance - to show the depth, the depraved world that was Middling City music in the late 80s and early 90s. What an odd assortment of memories, what a cavalcade of faces, clubs, bands, styles, cocktails, shoes, cars, flashes of light from flashes and brilliance. And on and on to now.
So I've been booted off, firewalled out of my wi-fi scenario at Kennedy's and there could not be more troubling, mood-altering news. Hoping this may be an aberration, for who would miss a scant few wi-fi molecules to check one's email from time to time. Fercrissakes.
NYC in the headlights of planning for art, scholarly activities and all attendant moments = skipping lectures to see the world, visiting with friends divorced from scholarly world, and carefully planned cocktails.

Love's cocktail.

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