Okay, actually, not so much a slacker as a guy behind the eight ball. The plane in from my brother-in-law's wedding last night was canceled, and the one I'm jumping today leaves in two hours. So I'm afraid I'm going to have to short-post here, and beg your forgiveness.
A few notes from my head, of almost no value:
- I'm reading a book called STONE CITY, which was released in '91 to great acclaim, and then vanished. Busted Flush is reissuing it this summer, and I have to say, the book is astonishingly good. Achingly good. Painfully, how-the-hell-does-he-do-that good. Preorder-now-good.
- I'd forgotten how terrific The Clash are. I've been on a punk kick lately, lots of Dropkick Murphys, and decided to revisit an old fave, "The Essential Clash." Every track a winner.
- I'm running out the door to catch a flight to Utah, in order to write an article on rock climbing and canyoneering for a magazine. This is a very good gig, especially as I'm getting paid for it. Fingers crossed I still remember how to tie a figure-eight.
- Saturday night I'll be driving to Los Angeles to do a ridealong with the LAPD's 77th Street Gang Unit, the unit that covers South Central LA, the worst gang territory in the country. I am very excited; my wife, less so. However, I promise to give you all the details in a subsequent post.