I've seen love go by my door, it's never been this close before. It's never been so easy or so slow.

Sometimes in the morning on the train when I'm not quite awake my brain plays funny games without me. Today was a favorite and common one, which is psychoanalyze the song lyrics. Sometimes I add the twist of spiritual interpretation. So I'm listening to Dylan's song "You're gonna make me lonesome when you go" and thinking about a conversation with Miller-Miller-Miller about how the best love songs are really so co-dependent though some are just straight creepy and stalkerish (e.g. Every Breath You Take). But Dylan's song seemed different because it wasn't blaming the person for leaving, just stating that it would make them lonesome and I started to think of love songs that were less co-dependent...then I thought "damn, what am I doing? My brain is weird."

I spent lots and lots of time at Quimby's last night and managed to get out of the store with only spending twelve dollars which is a minor miracle. Afterwards, Limenal and I gorged outselves on potstickers and chicken skewers and over-creamed Thai Iced [Caffeinated Beverages] and talked about people who want to understand nonmonogamy but can't quite get there on their own, which is not a problem in general except for when they want you to teach and explain it to them or make an exception for them.

My absolute new favorite magazine is Mental_Floss, which is sort of nerd-lite reading for people who perhaps have a goal in life to beat everyone of their friends at a game of Trivial Pursuit. Which I don't think I intentionally have that desire, it just sort of happens in the moment. The magazine reminds me of those series of books "______ for Beginners" which are graphic novels and even though I hate to admit needing them, they've definitely been helpful on some subjects, like post-structuralism and Lacan. Anyway, I was going to buy the latest issue of this magazine last night, but decided I shouldn't spend that much money and picked up the two-dollar grab bag instead, and guess what was inside? The previous issue. I love being psychic sometimes.

Last night I wrote 500 words on a story with a character I'm still trying to understand who's in a predicament that I can't yet explain. Not too bad, I guess. But I really should get that plot thing figured out sometime soon.

I will drive past your house.

How come film categories for american films have clarifying words like "thriller" or "comedy" or "horror" or "drama" but all foreign movies get the generic "foreign" genre title? How do I know if it's funny or romantic or scary? I only know that it probably has subtitles!

But that's what I really am writing about. I'm posting to pimp myself.

This weekend, I can be found spinning at two events.
First, anyone in the University of Chicago area should come to the Coming Out Ball on Saturday night at Ida Noyes Hall where I'm spinning from 9 am to 1 am. I think it's free or really cheap.
Second, on Sunday I'm DJing the early part of the evening at Big Wig for the Dominatrix Waitrix party which is $7 but well worth it and not just because of my music.

Next weekend I'll be in Minneapolis for IDKE. I'm only planning on attending the shows on Friday and Saturday night and not the workshops, probably hanging out mostly with brothernumber3. But I'll be on the lookout for those other folks on my friends list going who I want to meet (hello redrider, qvalentine, and supergoat!). Maybe we can do coffee or brunch or something more scandalous later in the evening if you see me on the dance floor.

If you're planning your life far in advance around DJ Boywonder's schedule, I'm also DJing the Chicago Kings November 1st show at Circuit and again at Big Wig on November 2nd.

Oh, and if you live in Chicago and we're pals, keep the evening of October 23rd open.

I need a nap. Or a job where I can go home at 2 pm.