Magazines
Bought a whoooole stack today. Mostly things I hadn't seen before. It's part of the suddenly-being-alone thing. I don't think anybody can focus on one thing exclusively. Even real, legitimate, crises. You brain has to cycle. Even when everything hurts.
So I will keep writing in this place that no-one (thank Bob) is reading. [By now, I figure if you're actually reading this stuff, then please, make yourself comfortable. We could probably be
friends or something.]
For me, magazines turn into to-do lists, or, really, to-investigate lists. So this is the magazine-to-new-obsession chart, written as I read.
- Girlfriend Magazine
- Cat Power, if for no other reason than she has great bangs and a name that's resonant of John Shirley's Catz Wailen. Hey, the music doesn't suck, either. I kinda like "Cross Bones Style". And this hotel room is an easy walk from Tower Records... Ack! She's playing at GAMH next week.
- Children born Intersexed. Like with Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia or Turner Syndrome or AIS or Klinefelter syndrome.
- Pat Califia is a man now? Jeez. I was such a fan of her writing, how could I not know that he changed? I have to get out more.
- Planet Magazine
- Cat Power again. Aha.
- I am not sure I like this magazine very much yet. Good article on Sigur Ros, though.
- You wanna hear pathetic? I actually like the (presumably) imaginary electronics item pictured in the mother-frelling Absolut (I will not link to it) ad on the back cover of the spring 2003 issue of this magazine. I should have picked up that book on industrial design at Barnes & Nothing earlier today, and satisfied my material lusts that way.
- Modern Nomad
- Chicken: Self Portrait of a Young Man for Rent. This guy reminds me of one of the first people I know who committed suicide. AC (or JP, if you knew him offline) was a straight junkie who had sex with whoever he could, to feed his habit. When I meet him, he was several years clean (at the advanced age of like 22). He killed himself during a time when we were sleeping together. One of his last acts was to send me an email (well, a BBS message) saying "none of this is your fault". I have always taken him at his word on that.
- Oh Yeah. She's got your Memoirs of a Geisha right HERE.
- I am liking this new magazine. I should also be sleeping now, so I can code tomorrow. So the blathering will have to continue later.
Posted by Liz at April 18, 2003 02:15 AM