I wish I felt like writing. There’s nothing much on my mind. I’ve seen some films at the festival, but not as many as I wanted. Everything last night was sold out. Steven and I just hung out at the coffeehouse for awhile, drinking tea, and then walked over to Reckless and browsed. I didn’t get anything, of course. No income. Still no job leads. By this time next week if things remain unchanged, I will lower my standards and look for something retail, or in coffee. It’s tough: I’ve responded to many, many ads, but have heard back from zero. But my check from trnascribing is in the mail. Hopefully in a week, the Tic Tac check will be on its way as well (slow lunkheads).

The new Mike Davis book I’m reading, “Dead Cities,” is fascinating but awfully depressing. It makes me feel a sense of outrage. What sort of a society are we living in? Reading the Davis book and then watching “Powaqqatsi” earlier this week and then last night on TV, telling the truth cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die, Andy and I saw a commercial for a new OPERATION DESERT STORM VIDEO GAME. A VIDEO GAME for the ‘upcoming’ WAR! WAR as VIDEO GAME. Saddam as a cartoon character (“South Park” aside). How is satire possible when real life itself goes beyond satire? Bombings, Madonna films bombing but still making millions, can’t get an interview, white collar crime, police brutality, video game wars of wars that are video games, media that refuses to report anti-war protests, and new and amazing culture I can’t afford to experience because I have no money. Where am I?

This is part of the nothing that’s on my mind. Guess I need to use my Platnium Visa to buy myself a gym body and a total cable package. Rob called me this morning from New Mexico and said, “They don’t appreciate abstract art down here like they do in Chicago.”