Ah, but enough about me, darling: how do you like my blog?
Which is to say: I got nothin' fresh, folks--I'm stallin', fillin', trying to hold down the fort till the cavalry arrives, according to the principle that one daren't go more than 24 hours without a fresh posting... But I pledge not to try too often to get by on merely a shoe-shine and a smile.
Meanwhile, thanks to the blogmeisters at CONFESSIONS OF AN IDIOSYNCRATIC MIND and BUZZ, BALLS & HYPE [links not embedded here because, umm, I haven't figured out how to do that yet--see sidebar instead] for their kind words of welcome.
But--my soft shoe now complete--here's one bit of ridiculousness common to so many of us in this biz: It's 11:50 p.m., and I'm putting on a fresh pot o' Joe, because it's time to do my job!
"Writing is considered a profession, and I don't think it is a profession. I think that everyone who does not need to be a writer, who thinks he can do something else, ought to do something else. Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy."
PRACTICAL MARKETING [Courtesy Zornhau, 2005]
"They should put the 1st couple of pages up in subway adverts. Having read them several times, you'd feel compelled to try the book - if it was any good."
PLATE OF SHRIMP [Courtesy Alex Cox’s REPO MAN, circa 1984]
"A lot of people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch of unconnected incidences and things. They don't realize that there's this like lattice of coincidence that lays on top of everything. I'll give you an example, show you what I mean. Suppose you're thinking about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly somebody will say like "plate" or "shrimp" or "plate of shrimp" out of the blue, no explanation. No point in looking for one either. It's all part of a cosmic unconsciousness."
- ► 2005 (75)