Geoff Dyer's collection of essays "Working the Room" is mostly boring; dull essays about photographers and long winded expositions on long dead jazz musicians. Near the end of the book, where he starts to write autobiographically, is where it really picks up. I won't quote anything, but he has some salient points to make on the subject of leisure as a chosen lifestyle- he lived on the dole in England for many years writing, drinking and trying to get laid. Anyway, I read these sections one morning and then watched some episodes of Star Trek (NB: I have acquired every next generation episode on VHS) A lot of people see life as a struggle between their 'virtuous' sides and their 'indulgent' sides. I now see every decision as DYER vs. PICARD decision. I will rarely detail my PICARD decisions on this blog. Take it for granted that I am following the prime directive.

Back to School

After a long sojourn in the working world, I'm back in my natural milieu... HOT TUB!!! No just kidding- school. I want to talk about my art history prof. The reason I decided to take art history is that it's nearly perfectly designed for my lifestyle. Going to class late is hardly noticed (the lights are off so people can see the slide projection). The 'instructor' is a museum curator, with-by her own admission- no interest in marking assignments, but a cheerful interest in answering questions about the eccentric Glenbow founders collections that aren't shown to the public, and also an enthusiasm for JEH MacDonald. I could tell I liked her when I first got to class, but I didn't know why until after: me: "Yeah, sorry about walking in late" her: "ha! don't even think about it" bingo.

NEW YEARS AT THE HOPNBREW

WAS GREAT. TOP FAVORITE PLACE TO PLAY A SHOW.