Monday, April 02, 2007

I'm on my 6th body, theoretically.




`Today is my 42nd birthday. Amazing. That's at least twelve years longer than I expected to live back in my teens. I owe it all to marriage. I've no doubt that without my loving wife, I'd be long dead.


They say (you know, "them" or "they") that you get a totally new body every seven years. That is, all the matter in your body gets replaced every seven years by the food you eat, the water you drink, the air you breath. I like beliving that. It's a tidy little theory, but I doubt it's entirely true. I'll bet some of that matter hangs around for decades, maybe more.


So, for the sake of simplicity we'll call it my 6th body. So far, I've probably smoked thirty cigarettes today. Can't seem to stop myself. I've had a couple shots of vodka too- hey, It's my birthday. So, I'm well on my way to abusing my 6th body. Do I deserve a seventh?


Anyway, it's been a good day. I spent it with my wife doing nothing, listening to NPR, smoking, and I topped it all of with some awsome beef tacos from the local burrito shack. They were yummy, I tell ya'. Also downloaded this new audio software called "Audacity" which is pretty nice for a free program. What it lacks in features, it makes up for in plain simplicity. You barely need to know what you're doing, and you're multi-tracking. Cool.


I'm still waiting on this print (above) I bought on ebay (my present) of Elliott Smith. It was a little expensive, but it's signed by the artist and done on canvis. About 14'x14". It has a sort of surreal religious tragic creepy beauty, and it was featured in an article in SPIN magazine. That's cool enough for me.

Also, I've gotten a couple of comments recently. Someone actually read my "Ride the pig" story, and left a supportive comment. Thanks. It means a lot. I don't tell people to "read my blog" or anything. It's just here. Mostly for me. I try to write it as if it will be read by someone, and sometimes, it is...read...by someone.

1 comment:

carol es said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY my old friend. If I were closer, maybe I'd come kiss your stinky pinky, or give you back whatever stuffed animal I traded you to kiss mine when I was, what 6 years old? fuck, i've known you too long.

glad you spent your birthday money on elliot smith. i love his music.