shaw & crisis

12:30 am on Sunday, April 25th, 2004

I don’t write because I am afraid to write because I am not happy, and I will inevitably come off as a feverish, selfish clot of ailments and grievances, in the words of Bernard Shaw. I feel, at regular intervals, completely bleak. Probably it is some asanine, inopportune chemical thing. Crises should not occur when APs are imminent — it’s bad form.

But there have been good things: Arman and Bilal sent me stuff like chocolate and photographs and a CD, all of which are things that I like. One of my favorite photos is of a church billboard (with Arman looking aesthetic nearby) on which is spelled out: “1 CROSS PLUS 3 NAILS EQUALS 4 GIVEN.” I think this is so brilliant. In general, tactlessness in advertising is terrific.

The other thing that happened that was good: Frontage Roads went to press. We rock hard. This is the cover, and this is the title bit of last year’s cover. I think the constructed letters are clever, so I overuse them, like the photograph above. Anyway, note the hidden anti-establishment messages in the letters.

I am trying, awkwardly, to vary my sentence structure. Meursault doesn’t care.

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