On the first full day of unemployment I got the news that it won't be for long.
This is good, since I won't have to make pizza. And bad, since I was looking forward to a minor period of loafing.
In the meantime, a couple of guys from the Ask Andy Trad forum have launched a new one called The Curriculum.
I need another clothing forum to fart around on, I really do. But they were nice enough to ask, so I signed up.
I continue to lose weight, and have punched new holes in all my belts.
I am listening to the following records, which tend to dictate the mood as I push along on my spring cleaning in the fall:
The Apples In Stereo, Discovery of a World Inside the Moone (upbeat)
Van Morrison, The Healing Game (introspective)
Elmore James, Best of (ballsy)
The Lonesome Brothers, Mono (rootsy)
Velvet Underground, White Light/White Heat (decadent)
I continue to consider moving to Portland, Ore., which has the incredible virtue of being a town where nobody knows me besides my old college buddy and his wife. And they know how to keep a secret.
I read Jack Kerouac's On The Road for the first time in at least a decade. I don't believe I ever read it sober; it's pretty bad.
I might go upstate in New York in the next few days to fish for steelhead.
Life could be better, but it could really be a hell of a lot worse.
Here is Pensive Trad, caught at a moment of combined irritation and uncertainty. I think it was Kerouac that put me in this mood.
I don't do casual well. I hate not wearing a tie.
Bill's M2, old J and M rubber-soled beaters I found in a thrift shop, new LE tattersall, McGregor Drizzler jacket, NY Giants baseball cap (same as the Mets but with a black body) in reserve.