my imaginary socially distorted boyfriend

Goodness, I have loved Mike Ness for years.

another victim

Maybe I should change the name of this blog to Things My Dog Destroyed.

read

I just finished reading this:

It's a spy novel set in Europe (with a few New Mexico scenes thrown in) during World War II and 1970's England. I think it is the first spy novel I've ever read. The novel is a lot more than just cloak and dagger spy games.

People becoming other people. Never really being sure of who anyone really is. It took me right back to "The Lady With the Dog". This is the second novel that I've read by William Boyd. He writes great women characters. Ruth, in Restless is so interesting. I'd love to know what happens to her.

The spy stuff was fascinating. This was fiction, but some of the plot was based on things that really happened. The spies in the novel used journalism as their cover. Planting stories. Manipulating the news. Some things never change.

i love ray davies

I just discovered something that millions of people have known for years - that The Kinks are a motherfucking awesome rock 'n roll band. Of course I had heard OF them, and I knew a couple of their songs (Lola, You Really Got Me). I just never seriously listened to them before. I've been listening to this

all day and it is brilliant. The songs rock, and they're all smart and funny and sad and sweet.

And I just now went to youtube and found a video of Ray Davies and Damon Albarn singing "Waterloo Sunset". Be still my beating heart. I might have to make Ray my imaginary boyfriend.

six cool things

OK, so this is cool. The editor is writer Bard Cole, who kept me sane during the Alabama years. He wrote the late great Alabama Diaries (can't seem to find them online anymore).

This is perfect.

my favorite russian*

Anton Chekhov.
I read "The Lady With the Dog" again today. I've read it four or five times before. Every time it's a sobering reminder (to me) of how no one can really truly know anyone else. Not simply because of duplicity or deceit, just because humans are so varied and so contained at the same time.

Reading the story today, I had a slightly different reaction. Yeah, Anton, the only thing you can really know is yourself. Why not make the most of it? I mean, I'm not not going to be letting myself down any time soon.

* Subject to change. I like a lot of Russians.

my imaginary tennis boyfriend

Mr. Carlos Moya:


I'm just trying to cheer myself up because my boy Rafa Nadal lost the Wimbledon final today. Sports suck when your player loses. But Carlos is pretty.

a crazy idea

Since I'm pinching pennies so tight now that my house constantly smells of copper, and I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing, I think I need a little certainty in my life. I know I would feel much better if I knew exactly what I was doing on September 29, 2007 at 7:00 pm. Especially if it was this .

Seriously, that's a plan, right? I would have plans.