Miriam: how's Texas? me: very Texasy Miriam: warm at least me: nope me: going to snow today Miriam: erm.... me: meanwhile all kinds of disastrous things have been going down at my apartment, I've had to make three calls this morning alone to put things in order me: had to institute a ban on drinking Miriam: I'm plastered. Got 5 daysoff and can't be productive. Miriam: Who is in the apt? me: had to ban Melvin me: Christopher, publisher of Scallywag and Vagabond me: Andy me: this Scott kid Miriam: goodlord. me: Melvin kept coming over and starting trouble Miriam: mahem at casa Barrett. Miriam: i lurve living alone me: Christopher was all beside himself as usual because Scott was late formatting some articles me: apparently it's all resolved now me: Andy seems to have gotten a job Miriam: you have a little colony of Barrett werker bees? me: yep me: unfortunately Miriam: how industrious ofyou. me: basically, trying to recover my losses Miriam: with a bunch of weirdos that you turn into slaves? me: which means arranging it such that the magazine brings in a couple thousand dollars next month me: which means in turn Miriam: how doyou know Andre Granger? I dated him for 3 seconds in high school. weird. Miriam: Andrew me: juggling all of these various wacky elements and people me: Granger? Miriam: 1 half of Andrew Andrew me: oh me: actually met them at a Brooklyn Fashion Week after-party Christopher put on me: earlier this year Miriam: sweet me: they're not gay? Miriam: Well he is now. Miriam: whoops Miriam: ha ha me: well done Miriam: tee hee. kids.... me: today I have an estimated seven hours to work on book, thank God me: before holiday obligations kick in Miriam: Never been to Texas. you're not puttering around down there? me: trying to avoid as many obligations as possible me: basically, next week will decide my future Miriam: how so? me: insomuch as that half of book remains to be done Miriam: ah. me: either it will be an incredibly well-received book or a better-than-mediocre book me: depending on how I proceed Miriam: Do you enjoy the communal living? Miriam: Sounds disruptive. me: couldn't get shit done on it due to constant chaos me: I do not, no me: I'm stuck with it Miriam: live alone yo. Miriam: muy bueno me: no way of accomplishing that right now Miriam: what is this book about? I try to followyour blogishness but sound like alot of erm..well, you are quite articulate. Miriam: I'mjust retarded. me: book is about how our nation's global power status is crumbling due to the failures of the media, particularly the pundit class, like Thomas Friedman, Charles Krauthammer, and other Pulitzer-winning columnists who get things wrong all the time Miriam: Thomas Freidman was all high and mighty with Maureen Dowd post inside job. Miriam: Miss those op ed days... Miriam: sigh. Miriam: tear. Miriam: very groovy Mr. Brown me: so, big plans? Miriam: huh? me: for, like, Christmas? Miriam: no. Miriam: Me and my lovelycats. Miriam: I have shotgun shell lights. Miriam: you? me: family traditions and whatnot Miriam: My ex swiped my phone. Very despondent. me: have like 30 family members here Miriam: Notsure what to do. me: I see me: recently? me: probably start by getting an order of protection Miriam: Yah. My family tiny and half lives in London. Very disjointed. Miriam: You arethe 7th person to tell me this Miriam: ugh Miriam: I'm dwinking at noon instead. Wow, 30 people. That soundsfestive. Miriam: where does Andrew werk now? me: Petite Marchet (sic) Miriam: oh. The old joint. They took him back. Good. Miriam: i used to work next door. Miriam: that's good. Miriam: Honest work. Miriam: So, half done with the book. Sounds epic. Miriam: Let's totally crash that randomparty on the 29th. Miriam: Some German fashion designer. He met me on the street and thought I was fab. Any plans for new years night? me: none whatsoever me: New Years is for amateurs Miriam: no shit Miriam: what time do you arrive on the 29th? me: not till 11:00 pm Miriam: oh well. me: I'm including the entire set of lyrics to Immigrant Song in the chapter on Led Zepplin me: sorry Miriam: freak me: chapter on Charles Krauthammer me: I have no choice Miriam: Clearly. Miriam: so when do we hang? me: possibly 29th me: or some evening afterward me: I'm going to try to get this thing mostly written such that I'll have time by my return me: I've figured out a good way to do this me: I am going to err on the side of surrealism Miriam: huh? me: each remaining chapter will be bizarre Miriam: You're more of an absurdist my dear. me: I COME FROM THE LAND OF THE ICE AND SNOW FROM THE MIDNIGHT SUN WHERE THE HOT SPRINGS BLOW me: HAMMER OF THE GODS Miriam: tee hee me: WILL DRIVE OUR SHIPS TO NEW LANDS me: FIGHT THE HORDE me: SING AND CRY me: VALHALLA I AM COMING Miriam: shaka laka shaka laka.... Miriam: You need to listen to the Replacements. me: My last roommate had a CD me: of theirs Miriam: WE ARE THE SONS OF NO ONE BASTARDS OF YOUNG. Miriam: how many roommates are ther now? Miriam: Contemplating venturing out and buying a phone. Miriam: Merry Fucking Christmas Miriam! Miriam: My friend Azusa has to call my dad to tell him I'm ok and to meet me at this restaurant tomorrow night. Good lord. Miriam: So no bueno. me: That's a shame Miriam: My family wants this person to go away. They are livid. Miriam: whatever, just venting. sorry. Miriam: Are you at your paren't house? Miriam: parent's me: My mom's me: Or rather her husband's house Miriam: oh. Do you have siblings? Did I ask you this already? me: half-siblings somewhere