RECENT DEVELOPMENTS. In memory of a drunken stupor last night at Place Pigale, and in honor of Paulaner Hefeweizen and cigarettes and old friends, and recalling the bomb live recording of an early Clash show pumping through the bar all night, I've just got to say . . .
All over people changing their votes,
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today,
They'd send a limousine anyway.
from "White Man in Hammersmith Palais." I'm more and more angry about where this country is going, and actively fantasize about going all the way, to the crimethInc'ing, blac blocing black hole of rebellion and subversion.
But in the meantime, I'm moving out of my house, weeding out, distilling, planning, plotting, and said goodbye to Secretnaut tonight, which made me simultaneously nostalgic and contented and sad. And it's on to Portland tomorrow for the first leg of the Bad F*cker Highway that actually involves a highway, and a planned stop at Hovering Laboratories (just follow the L wire to the lab).
RECENT DEVELOPMENTS. Yesterday was my first day without a job in more than six years, and the beginning of what I hope will be a year or two of extended travel, volunteer work, and adventure. The reality of it probably hasn't sunk in, yet. It's starting to feel good, though, really good.