Sometimes we take six months between things. Don’t worry. I’m working on things right now.

To pass the time, this is me too:

(Just that one, though, I’m still working on some of those things, too.)


Having lost any sort of drive for productivity and switched my ‘ability to think’ for ‘being sweaty,’ I would nevertheless like to apologize for the recent dearth of posts on this blog. I will try to find someplace with air conditioning and do some actual real writing, but I can’t make any promises.

One of the things that I will miss most about this city when I move to DC is the downtown. I love downtown Boston. I grew up less than a mile away from the Detroit River, which for all of its gross chemical wastes and frequent dead bodies is still a significant body of water. Living in Boston means that whenever I’m in need of some kind of peace of mind I can take the train up (and east) to the harbor and listen to the surf crash against the rocks and piers, and watch the boats go in and out. I have no idea how I managed to live in the middle of Ohio for four fucking years. I grew up less than a mile away from water; when I wanted to smoke cigarettes where my parents wouldn’t know I would hang out at the river’s rocky beaches. Whenever I visited my grandparents in Cleveland I went to the Lake Erie beach, which was also only about a mile away.

There’s a river in the heart of DC, the Potomac, so I won’t be totally bereft of water in general. In fact, I’m more comfortable with rivers than oceans — the Boston Harbor actually makes me feel better than Lake Erie because I’m used to seeing the other side. So it’s not the water, necessarily, that I will miss, although I haven’t been to the Potomac so I don’t know shit and can’t say anything specific about that.

Like I said, though, I love Boston’s downtown. I love the brick streets, I love the old houses, I love the stupid old squares that look like they’re straight out of Europe and don’t have any street signs — even when I’m on my bike! it’s quaint, it’s dumb, and I love it. I do, however, hate the people who live here — fuck all Massholes — but I love this city. It makes living here with few friends not that abominable. Today, for example, I went downtown. I wandered around Beacon Hill – beautiful – to check out the Afro-American History Museum (forgettable, but that’s an entirely different conversation). Then I went on the harbor walk — which, I might add, sucks that I’ve been avoiding the Aquarium area in order to explicitly not run into the sailor who has yet to call me back. But again, that’s another conversation altogether.

What I’m mostly saying, though, is that I wish Boston weren’t so very much populated by douchebags, because otherwise I would never want to leave this stupid city. Not that, mind you, I’m expecting DC to have fewer douchebags, because that would just be naive. I’m worried, though, that DC isn’t going to have the kind of city center that allows one to wander around alone and enjoy the sights — historical and otherwise — that make living there with only one or two friends kind of okay. I love how fucking tiny and walkable and historical Boston is.

On the other hand, I’m looking forward to the adventure of moving to another entirely new place with another (almost-new) friend. I think this new roommate will honestly work better than my old one, because no matter how much M is my very best friend, living with her boyfriend strained our relationship in a lot of ways. So fucking yeah, Washington DC, the next step in my wherever-the-wind-blows-me post-graduate life, I guess.

The Ides say “Daylight Savings Time” and the rain says it’s almost spring. (The crocuses’ tiny heads are poking out of flowerboxes, but we’re trying not to jinx it by noticing.) We’re on month seven; Boston is more than halfway over. Halfway through March is two weeks to April is how quickly things have been going lately. Wasn’t Valentine’s Day just, like, last week?

My job is stupid but I’ve been doing a lot of it; I’ve written three or four partial essays for this blog but have concentrated instead on not going crazy in the long Northeast winter. This involves a lot of painting and it involves a lot of drinking: neither of these things being particularly conducive to writing essays, you understand.

February is always the worst month, so I appreciate that it is also the shortest.

I don’t have anything particularly insightful to say about this, except that the it creeps me out so much more than regular warfare. These Ender’s Game-like drones trivialize warfare to an absolutely unacceptable extent, doing so much more than simply dehumanizing the enemy. At least with ordinary war tactics, opponents are considered alive, even if they’re Othered; here, they’re targets on a screen.

This is even creepier:

The military already grooms teenagers through a video game called America’s Army, explicitly designed to let the user “virtually experience Soldiering in the most realistic way possible.” The next step is to combine virtual combat with real consequences, by turning gamers into drone pilots. “The current generation of pilots was raised on the PlayStation, so we created an interface that they will immediately understand,” says one Raytheon spokesman. Another points out, “The Air Force will be able to recruit pilots who already have the dexterity required.” In fact, the Guardian reports that “operators could simply be trained to the requisite level of proficiency on … Xbox 360s or PlayStation 3s, rather than costly simulators.”

Hey kids! Join the army — it’s just like a video game.

(with all appropriate apologies to william carlos williams)


i have smoked
your cigarettes
that you left here

which you
bought yourself
for like eight dollars

Forgive me
they were so delicious
and my tobacco,
so dry

Although not everything I have done lately is derivative claptrap, all I am posting tonight is. I’m lonely and the vastness of the internet is doing me no favors. It seems to be a night for watching Brother Cadfael and knitting and maybe falling asleep on the couch. Wish me luck.