Fine, no comments on my last journal entry. Fine. Fuck y'all. No, fine.
So tonight I was at the bar... beggars belief, I know... and the people who invited me out are squares from squaresville with the exception of this girl I've been in love with for years who is alas married to a good friend of mine. She's pretty conservative these days herself, and they were all talking about weddings and other topics that bore the shit out of me.
But you know who else was at this (stuffy) bar? Joe! Joe was there, striking out with the ladies left and right (sorry Joe, but I gotta call a spade a spade). Joe was not only wicked drunk, which is endearing, but he still smokes cigarettes, which none of the squares I was out with do. So I spent the evening hanging out in front of the bar freezing my pretty ass off, chainsmoking, and chatting with Joe.
I am creatively isolated; I don't know or associate with other writers or artists or people like that, and I like it that way. My friends are barflys, strippers, welfare queens, and blue-collar laborers and don't do "art" unless it's a custom paint job on a bike or playing in a bar band. And like I said, that's fine, but goddamn was it nice to shoot the shit with Joe, who makes big industrial sculpture and is into all this kinda flaky spiritual-approach-to-creativity stuff that I generally look askance at.
I approach my writing as a craft, not as some sort of high-art thing, but it was a lot of fun to have a long, beer-enhanced self-important bull session with Joe about our creative habits, our artistic beliefs, etc. I mean, I really dug it. I wouldn't want to do it often... once a year or so is plenty... but it was a real treat to use sentences beginning with pompous statements like "As a writer..." or "In terms of my own creative productivity..." etc.
Cheers Joe, and I hope you get another ol' lady soon. Some of us are happy as bachelors.-- I love being single/alone-- but Joe is the kind of person who really likes having a steady, and I hope he finds one.
Good old Joe, he totally rescued my evening.
So tonight I was at the bar... beggars belief, I know... and the people who invited me out are squares from squaresville with the exception of this girl I've been in love with for years who is alas married to a good friend of mine. She's pretty conservative these days herself, and they were all talking about weddings and other topics that bore the shit out of me.
But you know who else was at this (stuffy) bar? Joe! Joe was there, striking out with the ladies left and right (sorry Joe, but I gotta call a spade a spade). Joe was not only wicked drunk, which is endearing, but he still smokes cigarettes, which none of the squares I was out with do. So I spent the evening hanging out in front of the bar freezing my pretty ass off, chainsmoking, and chatting with Joe.
I am creatively isolated; I don't know or associate with other writers or artists or people like that, and I like it that way. My friends are barflys, strippers, welfare queens, and blue-collar laborers and don't do "art" unless it's a custom paint job on a bike or playing in a bar band. And like I said, that's fine, but goddamn was it nice to shoot the shit with Joe, who makes big industrial sculpture and is into all this kinda flaky spiritual-approach-to-creativity stuff that I generally look askance at.
I approach my writing as a craft, not as some sort of high-art thing, but it was a lot of fun to have a long, beer-enhanced self-important bull session with Joe about our creative habits, our artistic beliefs, etc. I mean, I really dug it. I wouldn't want to do it often... once a year or so is plenty... but it was a real treat to use sentences beginning with pompous statements like "As a writer..." or "In terms of my own creative productivity..." etc.
Cheers Joe, and I hope you get another ol' lady soon. Some of us are happy as bachelors.-- I love being single/alone-- but Joe is the kind of person who really likes having a steady, and I hope he finds one.
Good old Joe, he totally rescued my evening.
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and though i haven't been back to read the feminist group thread aoife may be referring to, to see your comments (my computer is painfully slow, and i have to be really discriminating about what i choose to look up), i think i agree entirely with her response to you above.