hamtunes replied to your photo: It’s so much easier just to post photos of our dog… relationships got your blog slipppppin’! writers are always more interesting when they’re miserable =]

An opportunity to address where I’m writing from, right now. There are massive clouds over Long Island City. The Who Is Salt billboard has been replaced by Discount Discount Discount Discount Discount Discount State Farm. As people walk by the construction site that only I can see into I see them checking out my car.¹ And construction is still proceeding on something—I think it’s a school? I hear they’ve been working on that thing for years.

The kids all got out of school an hour ago, so there’s little foot traffic. I spent a lot of the day straightening up the study and taking the dog to the vet. Lunch and dog toys, as well. Arguing with people on Wikipedia for money.

Being my own boss means working really hard for short bursts, reading long novels, and sleeping very little. It also means that not only am I not unhappy, but I’m hardly happy, as well. I’m not, say, ecstatic. Outside myself. I’m really thoroughly in myself in a day-to-day fashion. Things don’t seem as good or as bad as they used to. There’s no such thing as a daily rhythm and there’s no such thing as discord. Beside the music I play on iTunes, there’s really very little music at all. I mostly just work, do dishes, and try to be less stupid.

This all has meant that I don’t really tumble that much. I have a weekly column on a couple websites, and I’ll have a weekly column on a larger website later this summer. I’m working on some pitches, too? Maybe I need to drink more coffee or more alcohol, but for the most part I am extremely healthy and well-fed. What do people write about on Tumblr? I rarely eat lunch.

I am working on a book of philosophy, as terrible and boring as that sounds. But mostly, I spend my time hoping the Celtics lose, wishing to meet James Tate, and wondering whether I should buy an iPad. I feel like, to borrow an image, my particular instantiation of the transcendental ego is just bursting against my limit-concept body. I’m fulfilled. I wonder why everything seemed so important before, when I gnashed and argued with people all the time. I love the view out my window and Utz potato chips. I’m going to make a pot of coffee right now. Hopefully I’ll have something up on a music website later today or tomorrow. Stay tuned and be nice.