This heat wave means summer is here, and that means fun times. Technically it's summer because the summer solstice has passed, but I'll use my anecdotal evidence anyways. Several sweat-stains later and this city is still a good place to be. I miss my dog and cat. What the hell is up with internet dating sites? It's like shopping facebook for a mate, and it's queer as fuck. But still I find myself occasionally up in that world. Sending a message to a complete stranger with no body language to break the ice is so completely odd. Video games are losing much of their allure to me, but reading paperbacks is picking up the slack. Jpod is excellent (Douglas Coupland). Perfectly quirky, out of left-field, engaging, relatable and with strange sections where the author inserts himself into the plot as an asshole. Vensettes as a rock 'n roll band name? Twin Shadow on July 30th? NYC in September to walk the streets eating questionable street food and drinking flat suds after staring inside museums and galleries? The world of the future is not firm. But it is worth waiting for.
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