David Foster Wallace has left the world

I just learned that author David Foster Wallace committed suicide.

I am sad beyond belief and I don't know why.

I didn't know him, read only a few of his books, enjoyed them but not obsessively, and actually wrote this really long song that I transposed a few paragraphs from a story in one of his books. I remember bringing a book on tape for a cross-country trip with my friend Kristine (she hated it, by the way) and being really saddened by this material. A written sign or just brilliant melancholy words? I don't know and I don't really care. I don't like reading into things to try to find clues into a person's present psyche. There are patterns and signs, I know but...

(Sigh)

Extremely Boring Post Following

With my new charge of trying to blog everyday there is bound to be posts that are ultimately boring as hell (is hell boring?).

-Went out job searching this morning and shockingly have not been offered various employment yet at shit I want to do. Still have not found a way to make even minimal money for things I would like to do. No matter, I am declining nothing at this point.

-Have to wait until 5pm Pacific for the Minnesota Twins to try and pull within 1/2 game of the hated ChiSox. Stoked. However, I don't have anyone to watch baseball with right now...kind of depressing...where you at, Driz? I should just go down to the bar and find friends to watch it but I never liked doing that and I am not drinking so...

-Where is the outrage at this buyout? www.salon.com

-Would have liked to been at ATP New York. Even though I didn't like any of these bands in the 90's it would've the shoegazingest fest ever. Plus, by all indications this was exactly the kind of non-festival festival I would love. Indoor, intimate, swimming & tennis & golf & poker with non-pretentious indie rock legends. Read a good review at www.pitchforkmedia.com

-Today smelled like autumn. Glorious.

-China to take over space, universe.



Love you all,
ECF

I think Chuck Klosterman is like me. That sucks!

I just read an interview with Chuck Klosterman by this girl from salon.com. Klosterman is a writer who grew up in North Dakota, writes columns for Spin magazine and various other "glossy" New York mags, and is apparently a lot like what I perceive myself to be (only he is successful and makes money). He is brazen about the stupidest pop-culture shit that I usually feel embarrassed to actually know but it seems like he generally just doesn't give a shit.

***on a personal note, Chuck Klosterman used to sit in the Rockstar booth at Duffy's Tavern in Fargo, ND previous to my three-year run of owning that booth. I would like to think I served it well but I would have to ask him***

I had already decided that I hate him because I read his dumb celebrity bits in Spin and about two chapters of his--I grew up in Fargo and love heavy metal--first memoir. This interviewer compared him to Dave Eggers for his shared populist views on pop culture and writing in general. I don't see it but if they can both rip off pre-steroid baseball stats or tell me who Kent Tukulve is...then, fuck it. I love him. When he was being interviewed the fancy New Yorker was smitten by his folksy, observational worldview. He would point out the obvious while slugging bad beer. She was floored. He seemed like he was just talking through a somewhat comfortable date. He seemed like what I would hope I seemed like in an interview. I want to be interviewed. That's all I really want. I would like to believe that I have shit to say that someone would think is quirky, brilliant, midwestern, populist, deeply universal, observational, odd, funny, or interesting. Chuck Klosterman does say shit like that. He beat me to it. Bastard. Now I must like him.

Pseudo-celebrity envy rears its ugly head again. I am coming for you next, Jackson Publick.

The Collapse of Capitalism in Four Words plus other letters

Banks Have No Money?

Many other people can explain this much better than me.

OK, restart the blog again. This time with more stuff I like. This means much more internet research for extremely factual half-truths and wacky nothingness. Someone once told me to grow up on this. I agree for the most part. So bear with me. Let's do this again.

There is a lot different now but I am going to post some new doings in the One in the Oktopus world. We have written so many good shorts and ideas that I just have to post them. Hopefully our most wonderful Vangie will release the hounds of weirdness from the sacred Book of Things That Were Written Down.

Now go have some bacon, please. Wait, for the veggies...go have some brussel sprouts. They absolutely rule.

Five Random Things I cannot stand right now------

5. Sarah Palin's face (It makes words)
4. Windows Vista (I miss working on Macs)
3. The boring story lines of Star Wars (come on...great new video game...horrible, horrible writing)
2. No more The Wire ever again (rewatching season 5 mad me sad again...if you haven't seen it yet you don't like being entertained and informed)
1. Not updating my blog regularily (so annoying)

I want hair like Conway Twitty.

Bye. I love you.