Things I did in St. Paul:
-Fulfilled my dream of reading Joe Brainard on a city bus (New Work, 1973).
-Remembered how there’s nothing more depressing than cable news in bus stations.
-Other people’s dishes.
-In Chester Brown’s I Never Liked You, found a sort of doppelganger, a kindred spirit who also endured the torment of being told to “say fuck” by classmates, a torture at least a little better than being asked to “smile” or “not be so quiet,” as it shows a certain respect for Chester’s innate goodness.
-Joined a folk-rock duo:
-A sequence of stark micro-stories?
-Start a Mega Upload account and share some old compositions?
-My proposal for a 33 1/3 book about My Favorite’s The Happiest Days Of Our Lives, plus an appreciation of John Darnielle’s Master Of Reality?
-A track-by-track look at Lady Gaga’s The Fame Monster [Deluxe]?
-A trip to Spindle Nation?
-Flyers for my top ten imaginary concerts, and/or covers for my top ten imaginary albums?
-What I’m reading, with commentary?
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