vma day.
and i’m excited cos i get to do a bit with my favourite dog celebrity.
i hope he doesn’t destroy me too savagely.
and nyc is cool and rainy and it’s really nice. it feels like autumn. after 112 degree heat in phoenix this is a nice change.
i had the biggest lunch at teany today. pesto pasta, quinoa tabouleh, potato salad, lentil salad, matechino, iced soy chai latte, a pot ofechinacea tea, a cup of coffee, and then my friend johan showed up with truffles and a tomato sauce that he’d just made so we had spaghetti with truffles and tomato sauce.
where does it all go?
am i a cow? do i have multiple stomachs?
and then for dinner i made myself soba noodles with sesame tofu and broccoli.
it’s been a good food day. in fact, i’m hungry again.
how is that possible? i’ve eaten enough today to keep a family of 4 well fed for a week.
i must have a 12 foot long tapeworm living inside me.
-moby

last night i went to a see a movie called ’24 hour party people’ that is based on the story of tony wilson and factory records. it was great, very, very funny. for those of you who don’t know who tony wilson is or what factory records was…tony wilson was a tv presenter for granada tv in the uk and he started a record label called ‘factory records’ which went on to sign joy division (and thus new order), happy mondays, a certain ratio, and others. factory records also started and owned the hacienda nightclub in manchester and it became one of the seminal places where rave and dance culture developed. so that’s what it was about, and it was terrific. i don’t know if the humour will translate to the world outside of the uk, but it was really funny and insightful.

and after seeing ’24 hour party people’ i went to coney island with a friend of mine and walked up and down the boardwalk which was completely desolate.
it’s amazing that such desolation can exist in a place that in the summer is just overflowing with people. coney island is a very strange place. it’s a perfect crumbling microcosm of what new york was like before anyone had ever even heard of gentrification. there aren’t any starbucks at coney island, just places where you can buy fried dough and hot dogs (of course as it is october the fried dough and hot dog places are all shuttered, except for nathans, which has been open since before the birth of christ).

and then we took the subway back to nyc, and being idiots we got on the ‘m’ train instead of the ‘n’ (mental note to self, don’t listen to the person with pee-stains on his crotch when he says that the ‘m’ train is doing the ‘n’ route…). and eventually we made it back to manhattan after a scenic detour to queens or maine or somewhere east, i’m not sure.

i just realized that my pithy geographic and mta quips are probably meaningless to people who don’t live in new york. oops. sorry. i’ll try to be less provincial in the future. my bad.

and the air is stinky again in my neighborhood…but i guess in a sad way i’m getting used to it. 4 days good air, 4 days bad air. i’ll just drink lots of ‘mega-antioxidant’ juice and hope that my respiratory system isn’t being completely ravaged by whatever shit it is that i’m breathing. ah well, life goes on.

and, as i’d said in an earlier update, i can’t leave cos i have music to work on. and the air in my apartment isn’t totally foul if i shut the windows and put duct tape over my doors.
and a few trendy aromatherapy candles can make even the most noxious asbestos-laden air smell like a hippies bedroom…oh, which is worse…asbestos or parfum du hippy?

ha ha. just kidding. hippies smell great.
have a nice weekend everybody,
moby