Mechanics: at the beginning of September I’m going to be moving from Brooklyn to Little Rock, Arkansas to work at the Oxford American. I do not know anyone in Little Rock and I’m not taking anyone with me. No girls, no friends, no girlfriends, though I might bring my cat, Eugene V. Debs aka Gener aka My Li’l Lion. This is my way of “finding a spanner” to stick in the works of the hedonic treadmill aka existential static aka depression.

Here’s a good one: so, a guy walks into a bar and starts throwing up and sobbing and then eventually pulls himself together. That’s the end of the joke, sorry.

In the wings: Busby Berkeley’s Battle Royale, BBC’s The Life of Lycanthropes and Other Improbables hosted by David Attenborough , PBW’s The Genealogy of Night, whatever else.

New Segment: Three Minutes of MTV

Rev. Run looks chubby but confident. Rev. Run convinces his wife that people who go to Yoga spent a lot of time farting. “The thinking mind is an illness” says the instructor. Happy Birthday, MTV, you are two years older than I am. I am going to watch you and Busby Berkeley movies all day.

Anyhow. RIP, Arthur Lee. I’m always undecided on Forever Changes, but “7 and 7 Is” still blows my mind—bloop blip-blip, bloop blip-blip, yeah.

You’d rather gimme a second than read tripe, but trust—