My entry for the mayfly
My entry for the mayfly project (a 20-word summary of my 2001) is as follows:
“Got fired, hired myself, got serious with someone. And with myself. Made it out. Will play on.”
My entry for the mayfly project (a 20-word summary of my 2001) is as follows:
“Got fired, hired myself, got serious with someone. And with myself. Made it out. Will play on.”
Thoughts are afloat to redesign this stupid thing and make it an honest to god blog. Not that it isn’t now but I’d like to narrow the design to content ratio some.
More in 2002. Happy New Year everyone.
It’s the last morning of 2001. I’m spending a low-key evening at a potluck dinner which is just fine with me. I’ve had perhaps the most manic year of my life.
I’m home. Now I need a vacation from my vacation.
I’m leaving tomorrow, will be back on the 30th. Ya’ll come back now, y’hear?
The New York Times reported yesterday that, after a slide throughout the 90s, murder rates are up in several US cities with Boston, Pheonix and Chicago topping the list. Reasons given are economic decline, Sept. 11 anxiety and the general cycical nature of crime. Panic and fear, of course, remains alarmingly high, as it did in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary throughout the last decade. One statistic I read reported that in 1996, citizens of suburban Milwaulkee had roughly the same amount of fear of falling victim to a violent crime as citizens of inner city Washington D.C. even though there is a 25-fold difference between the two.
After completing the Central Booking Year in Review this afternoon, I’ve finished work for 2001. Hallelujah.
The Central Booking Book Club has choosen Birds of America, the short story collection by Lorrie Moore as its December selection. John Updike has called Lorrie Moore one of the finest short story writers in America. Won’t you join us?
A guy here in San Francisco has started printing trading cards of ordinary people called People Cards, with stats and everything. What a neat idea.
I’m home.