Sunday, August 1st, 2004
I started reading Chuck Klosterman’s Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto last night, which is basically a collection of essays by the Spin writer on a variety of pop culture topics which are of utterly no consequence. So rooted in the realm of the late 90s and early aughts that I think the book will be completely unreadable within five years. But it’s funny and as someone who also writes at great length about topics of utterly no consequence, I’m enjoying it. And hey, I’m only about three chapters in – it could very well turn to matters of cosmic import in the next few pages… but I’m not counting on it. There’s an interview with the author about the book here.
Yesterday I volunteered to help deliver the August Wavelength ‘zines around town, which had me biking along the stretch of Queen West between Penguin and The Drake with about 350 of the things in my backpack. Those things were heavy and it was damned hot out but it didn’t take me that long and was sorta fun. Like having a paper route back in the day. It was a year ago this weekend that Lake Holiday played Wavelength, still our best show to date, I think. Wow, a year. Where does the time go, I do not know. I may go down to tonight’s show since I don’t have to get up in the morning and my payment for yesterday’s labour is a free beer.
I’m afraid I have very little to say today. It’s the middle day of a long weekend and I’m trying to assemble a grocery shopping list. I’ve always found the long weekend to be a bit of a mixed blessing – on the one hand, it’s always good to have an extra day off for sleeping and puttering around and whatnot, but on the other hand if I end up doing nothing that I wouldn’t do on a normal weekend, I feel like I’ve squandered the time. I should be skydiving or parasailing or on safari or something.
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