oh great…
i guess it was inevitable, but my personal email address seems to have leaked out somehow. so i’ve spent the evening reading witty and insightful emails, like ‘moby you suck you are a old ass fuck you’.
ah, the internet. an endless fount of wit and wisdom. well, if it gets bad i’ll just change my address. but i think i’ll keep the old address for a couple of days at least, just so i can see whatever pearls of insight and mirth find their way into my inbox.
you might have noticed that my updates are a little more sporadic when i’m in new york. that’s cos i’m busy and seeing friends and doing interviews and working on music and etc. and eating. and exercising.
i’ve re-joined a gym. my calves feel like ground beef. ow. i walk and it hurts. but it’s that good ‘ive exercised too hard and my calves feel like ground beef’ hurt. why are they called ‘calves’?
they don’t look like calves.
i believe that there’s an island outside of oslo called ‘the isle of calves’. maybe that’s where leg muscles were invented.
and incubus are playing at madison square garden! good for them. i’m proud of them. nice guys. good band. good for them. and phantom planet opening up. good for them, too. also nice guys. also a good band. it should be a nice show.
ok, time to go and check my inbox and see what sort of nastiness is waiting for me there.
moby