Did I do that right? I woke up at 4; anxiety is nature's alarm clock. I was having a dream that I'd been cast in a play ('night, Mother, to be exact) that was opening soon and I didn't have any of the lines memorized. That's the second time this month I've had a not-knowing-the-script anxiety dream. I am not an actress, but I did play one in 9th grade. BTW, have you read Tony Tost's poem, "I Am Not the Pilot"? You'll enjoy that.
You may also enjoy "Look at This Fucking Hipster Basher," confirming that hipsters as a concept are still very interesting. To me anyway. This article takes a different tack than the usual hipster bashing piece, analyzing "knee-jerk hipster rage" more than hipsters themselves. He postulates that great artists of the past, e.g. Jimi Hendrix and Andy Warhol, would be dismissed as hipsters in this day and age. That may sound ridiculous, but Kathy recently conducted an experiment in which she and a coworker took pictures of well-known non-hipsters such as Rachael Ray and the Jonas Brothers, blacked out their faces and asked people if they were hipsters, and most people said yes.
I'm also enjoying (Ew. Who says "enjoy"?) an article in Harper's about the legal causes of the "current economic crisis"; I usually skip the pieces that appear too econ-politico-current-event-heavy, as I prefer my journalism on the barely relevant side, which is a testament to the article's "readability"; Billy Collins would approve. The author argues that one of the biggest causes of our financial system's collapse was our rejection of the law against usury, a law that's been a staple in like, every society since 3000 BC or some shit. Once bankers started charging exorbitant interest rates on loans, they stopped caring if lendees could ever pay the loans back; in fact it was in their interest if they couldn't. The other shitty thing companies/our legal system did is decide that promises made to employees could be wiped out by declaring bankruptcy. You could get out of paying a pension or whatever just by filing for Chapter 11; this happened so much that people no longer saw any value in saving for the future, since your future could so easily be fucked by the man anyway.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow, of course. Thank God we hired movers. They must have some magical system of keeping everything safe and dry. Like antiperspirant. Little known fact: It works better if you put it on at night.