84th post

i realize i have not been as constant and reliable a blogger as i wanted to be, so what follows will be an attempt at channeling the random biographical maelstrom of words into more of a trickle than the occasional burst.
right, so what i am supposed to be doing is writing a chapter-by-chapter breakdown of this non-fiction soccer book 'we' are adapting into a feature film, instead i have been writing lovely posts on s. stevens and emailing short gossips across the states. not as productive, but surely anything is more fun than soccer (especially since i'll be working on this for the next two weeks i'm sure).
for my lunch break i walked up broadway some 9 blocks and got stuck in the labyrinthine strand bookstore, where i was only intending to buy the new bret ellis book (since i'll be going to a book signing of his tomorrow) but where i also scored dan rhodes, sam lipsyte, dennis cooper, and a paris review collection of 'people with problems' that with an introduction by magnetic field stephin merritt and a piece by 'm, y, a.e.w.k.'s miranda july (download this unsettlingly funny mp3 for instantaneous membership to the july fanclub) demanded immediate absorption into my overflowing library.