November 07, 2021
On my own...
For Dramatic Effect...I've created this image, entitled "On my own"
I've written two op-ed style pieces on the new Maureen Dowd book that comes out tomorrow - "Are Men Necessary: When Sexes Collide" but I don't want to print them here until they are printed in the magazines that they were written for (and no, I haven't read the book yet, just a chapter in the book). I don't think I've mentioned this in the past, well, ever...but I've gotten a second writing gig, a weekly column for The Philly Edge, and it's called "Sex on the Brain." What I'd really like to do is either syndicate my "Hot Wax" column or this "Sex on the Brain" column, and write one column but get paid multiple times. I'm not sure how to make this happen, but that's what I'd like.
And I'd like to learn to podcast on my own too. I couldn't do my weekly podcast today because the engineer whose equipment I usually borrow was out sick. It kind of sucks that I have to rely on anyone besides myself to do these sorts of things. And I want to start doing podcasts on my own site, but it's all so confusing to me. Why?!
And I need to find a cheap, and I mean cheap, sofa as soon as possible. I'm having a hard time wanting to stay in my apartment in Williamsburg right now because, aside from the fact that I live with a very nice, but very young roommate, I realized this past weekend that one of the things I really need right now is a space that feels like a home. I realized this because I had a dinner party on Friday night and in order to entertain in my large, vacant living room, I moved my very nice and very young roommate's futon couch into said space. The space came alive - as it obviously would when it had furniture in it - and I really enjoyed having a place to sit that wasn't my bed or my desk. But the next day, for reasons still beyond my comprehesion, my very nice and very young roommate decided that he would rather sit on the futon in his room, under his loft bed, even though it's dark and dirty, than in a nice, large living room, and therefore moved it back to where it once lay. So, now, once again I am without a living room, or space to sit outside of my bedroom, and even though I'm trying to understand why my really young, really nice roommate didn't want to actually have a communal space for our enjoyment, I'm now sad and depressed and want to move out. Or at least find a couch to sit on until I move out...which will hopefully be before the summer begins...but that's another story, and another spiral, and well...I'm sick and tired of spiraling today...
so...
What do you think about being able to download porn for your iPod? Would you do it?
Posted by jamye at November 7, 2021 05:42 PM