After about two hours of steadily pounding the keys yesterday, I took off my headphones and wondered why I was feeling so energetically angry. And then I looked at the iPod and realised that I'd been listening to a mix called "Surgically Precise" full of Shellac and Big Black. And I've got the 8-track playing really fucking loud. The mix also has a song ("Il Duce") from one of the very first CDs I bought: The Wailing Ultimate. I got it from the Phantom of the Attic back when they sold vinyl as well as comix.
Independent truckers in the Bay Area are on strike to protest rising gas prices (an increased monthly expense of $1500).
Me, I'm a-lying on my back enjoying the sunshine. To-morrow is Bike-to-work Day.
