someone saw syd barrett?
no way.
really?
he’s one of those people, like thomas pynchon or j.d salinger, that seem to somehow exist in a realm somewhere between living and not-living, if you know what i mean.
i’m sure that they have lives and that they eat toast and watch television, but they don’t seem 100% real to me. maybe they’re time-tripping, like in slaughterhouse 5.
maybe right now syd barrett is lying in the grass in hyde park in 1968 tripping on blotter acid. and tomorrow he’ll be making sausages in 2002.
so someone saw syd barrett. cool.
in other news:
the long hot nyc summer soldiers on. i’m still not very good at chinese checkers(kelly always beats me, even when she’s not trying very hard).
i don’t know the difference between siberian ginseng and american ginseng.
the economy is falling apart.
and so on.
i hope that everyone has a really nice weekend. go to the beach or go swimming or set up a sprinkler in your lawn and jump around in it (preferably when there’s water involved. jumping around a dry sprinkler is kind of absurd. but at least then your neighbors would leave you alone. in fact, i’m going to get a sprinkler for my roof. yes, i will. i’m going to march up to k-mart and go to the sprinkler section and buy a sprinkler. i love good ideas, such as ‘i will go and buy a sprinkler’. have a nice weekend.) have a nice weekend.
moby