spontaneous overflow
I just realized that they have free wireless on the Newfoundland ferry. So hello.
It’s starting to get light out. The view out my window has begun to differentiate itself into two separate shades of grey: sea and sky. Estimated hour of arrival: 6AM, Newfoundland time.
Who’s the old guy who keeps walking around the ferry with that very young girl? That’s some Julie’s Sixteenth Birthday shit right there.
For the past eight weeks I’ve been on a cross-Canada tour with myspace dot com slash A/V. I live in a van and I’m smelly. At the moment I’m starving, but that’s normal. I haven’t slept but that’s normal too.
I had this big plan where I was going to take off in the spring to go on tour, and I would have erotic new-wave adventures in a different city every night, and every day I would write it all up on my iBook, keeping up the blog during those long long drives across the Canadian prairies.
The problem with this plan quickly became apparent. I get aroused when I write about sex. The van is just not a good environment for writing. Typing in the passenger seat, getting all squirmy, with one of the boys sitting right beside me... hey man what are ya writing? ...No thanks. So I have lots of pleasant memories from the trip so far, a few of which I’m actually in a position to share. But I suspect this will have to wait until I’m back home in the country.
Emotion recollected in tranquillity.
Once we get to St. John’s I’m just going to hang out for a few days and play some shows. I’ll try to use this time to catch up on some email from the past couple months.
Thanks for all your messages during my absence. If you didn’t include your real name in your email then I’m probably not going to write you back. You can’t put your arms around a pseudonym. If you used your real name and also included a hot photo then I’m definitely going to write you back. If you used your real name, included a hot photo and told me your geographic location, then I’ve already written you back. xo philip.