The Things She Carried

Right before Labor Day weekend, the contents of my storage locker arrived. Oh man. Part of me was like, "Oh, my sweet babies" as I unpacked head vases and forgotten bags and all of my music; the other part of me was like, "I am moving to the mountains and getting rid of everything."

Zines, old mix tapes, back issues of Bust that led me to a crisis with the recycling bin that started with "Will my future daughter need these someday?" and ended with "What if no one else has these in ten years and they're super-rare and collector's items?" Issues with Francesca Lia Block and Jake from Squirt TV: hello, radness.

Also uncovered: old college papers (yes, there was a time when I strung together coherent thoughts on No Sleep Whatsoever), all the back issues of Martha Stewart Living (Free Martha!), and enough office supplies to open my own Office Mini. In case I need another job.

Apocalypse Now

I really really wanted to post after the election, but I've been a busy bumblebee and I've been keeping some sort of half-assed blog in my notepad, collecting the thoughts and then I find them several weeks later and I think, "Oh shit, this happened like two weeks ago" and I don't post and well, it's a vicious cycle. So yeah. Here's a pretty bitchin' summary that I didn't have to write.