You know how some Dadaist hit Duchamp’s Fountain with a hammer, again? That’s the world situation for this year: heavy blows cause minor chipping.

I picked up this Benjamin Kunkel Indecision book, read a couple pages and threw it at the wall in disgust. Unfunny and unclever. Maybe I’m being unfair and it improves, but I’m done. Or maybe it’s that I’ve read so much excellent (old) fiction recently that my standard is higher at the moment.

This month: new bonework, Romancing SaGa review, super secret internet project, and I think I’m going to move or get ready to move. Maybe a new mixtape.