In a place where it is too dark to see the keyboard on which I type, even by the light of the tablet screen. Spent an hour or so on the Links again. It was awesome. It needs work but it was so good to hear the sound. Through several Links slithered the words of a 2-minute piece I recorded last night using a synthesized British male voice. I expected that sound quality would not make the audio boom through the streetscape but that is not what I want anyway. I want for people to hear the sound and listen out of genuine interest. And there are other applications for my new technique of using Links as broadcast platforms. I sent my friend in France a video and another audio from yesterday and today. He is more of an anarchist than I realized. If Links had existed when we worked together on HANG UP we might have done something like this.
That HOPE conference at which I was invited to speak happened yesterday. They found a smokin’ hot Asian girl to do the presentation on Links. Seeing the substance of the talk confirmed in my belief that speaking there would have been a mistake for me. They took it exactly where artless predictability would have it.
Guess I am going to be on CBS some time soon. I was taking a shit today when a producer from one of their news magazine programs called. I had just called him minutes earlier but the phone number he gave me just rang and rang. No voicemail. I sent an email saying that I had called but the number just rang and rang like a payphone in the desert. He promptly called at the number I gave him. While I was mid-shit. He is going to introduce me as the ultimate payphone scholar, which is not true but hey, it’s only television. It could be good buzz for the book project, which has barely trudged along after an earlier jizz fest. I talked to Joe, who has actually published a book. He confitmed what I already suspected: Editors do not exist any more. The profession has been reduced to the title and the magic of copy and paste. My life would be very different if I had ever had an editor.
I said long ago that copy and paste fundamentally changed the way we write and the way we edit. I just wish I had said it somewhere on record. Maybe I did.
When I entered this bar an old acquaintance asked me how the book was coming. I have never told him about it, as far as I can recall, and there would be no point in time or reason for me to do so. It must be that he heard from his lady friend that she and I had bumped into each other on Steinway Street last week and I said something about a book project. She is a woman I’ve known as an acquaintance for probably 12 years. She once described me in a way that I think was perfect, if perfectly imperfect. She said I was “always awkward.” I took it as a compliment but also as something of a revelation. It reminded me of the projects kid I met at Broadway Station who kept saying “Man I just saw you!” any time I said something even remotely revealing about myself.
Gotta get out of here, unwanted male flirtations circling and I’ve had enough anyway.
