…almost everything has been writing. And in just one day two -no, three- different proposals related to writing in Mexico came up.
Yesterday a friend asked me if I sweat when I write. (She did). I thought of it and said “no, I don’t”. I think I sweat before and after I write.
In a way these days have been some kind of rehearsal for living. I wouldn’t mind if the rest of my life were defined by this routine: 1. gym in the mornings, 2. writing during the day, 3. deejaying at night.
I’m just that simple. Maybe I ask too much. Or perhaps I just don’t wanna grow up…
October 10, 2007 at 2:37 pm
the 123 routine sounds great to me! don’t grow up: tom waits hasn’t, joey ramone died before he ever did: the song will never grow up.
is that daniel clowes drawings/art/monos in the ramones’s video?
October 10, 2007 at 2:44 pm
I don’t think growing up has anything to do with it. As long as you’re paid to dj you have a job. If you can pay the rent you have a steady job. What’s more grown up than a steady job, writing, and workouts at the gym?
They say the brain is fully formed at 26. So face it: whatever you do, you’re a grownup. And Horacio, Tom Waits was never a kid. he was born old (he sucked a cigar, not his thumb).
October 10, 2007 at 3:47 pm
I think John is just a kid ;)
Yup, Horacio, that’s Daniel Clowes himself.
Thank you both!
October 10, 2007 at 7:47 pm
I see no point in growing up. It makes you stuffy and boring…I suspect that many of our acquitances spend time wondering why H and I don’t grow up…
Tom Waits..there’s a difference between growing up and being “old.”
October 10, 2007 at 8:03 pm
Ernesto, the insurance industry actuarial tables don’t think I’m a kid. But thanks. I can tell Kathy I’m her trophy husband.
Honestly, I’ve never understood what the difference is between being an adult and a kid. An adult’s just a wrinkled kid.