convergence

So, last week I signed away the next five years of my life to a car. Not that I can really afford car payments, but my old car began a quick downward spiral and I had to get something reliable quickly. I ended up with a 2000 Honda Civic SI. It's nice and zippy, and hopefully as reliable as any Honda. I drove it to Brooklyn this past weekend and it did great. The old Altima barely made it to the dealerships last Tuesday. The clutch pedal was about an inch off the floor and getting the car into gear required near dislocation of my shoulder.

Now that I definitely have no money, I have been afflicted with severe pain from an impacted wisdom tooth. It built over the weekend, and I couldn't eat anything solid all day today. Slmifast is utter shit. I feel hungrier after a Slimfast than I do beforehand. I finally had an english muffin a couple hours ago and survived. It was tasty. So Wednesday morning I am getting both of my impacted wisdom teeth yanked out. It would be nice if I could get some nitrous oxide to help make the cutting and pulling experience less annoying, but it is absurdly expensive, so alert and awake I will be. I wish I had a larger mouth. Can lips be stretched out? I imagine so. If I had been anticipating this, I would have been performing such stretches. I'd get the two good wisdom teeth out as well, but I'm trying to minimize cost, so I will keep them in my mouth so I have more extractions to look forward to. They make brushing and flossing an adventure!

Hopefully I will be well enough for the Echo and the Bunnymen show on Friday at the Chameleon Club in Lancaster, PA. I like this venue immensely. It's smallish and has a balcony, which provides tons of decent vantage points. I've also seen The Vigilantes of Love, The Innocence Mission, and Denison Witmer there. Then on Sunday, I'm going to the Peter Murphy show at the 930 Club in DC. This is a medium-size venue, also with a balcony and lots of good standing spots. I've seen The Human League, Siouxie and the Banshees, Blur, and The Cocteau Twins there. I am thankful for my friend Brian, without whom I would miss so many re-emerging 80s bands. I am also thankful that he buys the tickets and lets me owe him.

Now I will read a bit and then sleep. Crossing to Safety is a beautiful book, steeped in liturature, and I would like to someday write about a few of the many ideas that sparkle on its pages. Who am I kidding? These ideas will pass through the sieve of my memory like a million other ideas have. I've even written a few things down. This means nothing.