Blog of Magic Cheese

Enforced idleness is infuriating, stressful, and draining. Would that I never had to vacation in Southern CA again. I missed work, I missed training at my schools, I missed walking and busing everywhere. In that week I spent more time in my car than I spend in six months in San Francisco.

While there are cool people and loved ones in Southern CA and I enjoyed seeing them, I also spent a lot of time balefully glaring out of the window at SUVs, grinding my teeth, and doing a lot of stretching and push-ups. If MUNI wasn't more smelly than anything on this earth has a right to be, more disgusting than munching on a handful of smoking rubble from Chernobyl and washing it down with a lukewarm cup of the river Ganges, I could have kissed the first 38 I saw when I got back.

We have our problems too, but I do love this city.

Anyway, other than having a fascinating first bout with food poisoning and watching how my system deals with every bit of nutrition I pop down my gullet in an attempt to stop the raging hunger, I have been spending the last few days digging how YouTube and IMing has changed the way I hear about music. No more relying on the bland homogenous crap coming out of commercial radio, eventually growing disgusted and living in a quiet room devoid of all sound! I get to see stuff from original cool groups just putting their stuff out there.

Checking out the Blue Scholars show in town Dec. 16th, and got a lot of reading done while I was clawing at the walls in Orange County. One Nation Under Goods redeemed itself in its last third from the drawn-out, seemingly endless self-indulgence of bad puns, plays on language, and essay-drawn-out-to-book-length-reiteration-of-the-same-damn-points and got in some really good words on the privatization of the third space in the U.S., and what that means to us now and in the future. It made it worth it.