Mayday
Monday, May 01, 2006
MAYDAY
Four hundred dead dolphins spill onto the Zanzibar coast. I get my first rejection in years from a magazine--they say they'll be featuring only French poetry in their next issue (the French dog my every step). My sister graduates from college next week and I barely have enough money to buy her a token present. My phone just called me and told me I have less than 10 dollars in my account. Bush strikes back again at a symbol of our pluralist society. A week from today I undergo back surgery. Dr. Elowitz says no ibuprofen for a week, so it's like an electric crowbar has been left on in my back. It crushes the Tylenol I throw at it. The inactivity has left me fatter than ever. Tomorrow is my birthday.
Amid this disillusionment, the second print edition of The Entertainment Industry wriggles funk-eyed into life. This means I've had the chance to make innumerable little fixes to the grammar and spelling throughout the site, so check the archive. You can read the introduction here.
And on the bright side, gala dinners still happen for the talented, and the Film Forum will speed my postsurgical recovery with nearly two months of B Noir Films.
posted by Greg Purcell @ 1:33 PM,
