So I’m NaNoWriMoing (or rather, NaMeWriMoing, since I’m nonfiction and all), waking up two hours earlier every morning for a month to barf into my laptop. While this may be a stupid waste of time, I’m really just mining for ideas, whacking the piñata for candy. I have no intention of submitting my finished product (should I finish), or even revising, except the parts I feel can be turned into personal essays. Hell, I didn’t even sign up on the website – I don’t need to be held accountable for anything. I’m taking part in this because I’m sick of writing memoir as a form, and I see NaNo as a sort of a final binge and purge, like when your dad makes you smoke the entire carton of cigarettes he finds under your bed all at once, so you’ll never want to do it again. Not that that ever actually happens, or anything, but you know. NaNoWriMo isn’t about writing a finished product, or even writing well – it’s about squeezing the pus out of the blackhead so it can heal, pouring out the bongwater, or gutting the pumpkin for seeds. There’s always mud and shit in the pan when you sift for gold. Anyone who submits their finished product on December 1st (or even January 1st, after revisions) with genuine optimism is, well, cute. And most likely in for disappointing news.

In the unrelated meantime, here is an incredibly uncomfortable and hilarious interview with Brian Eno, conducted by Dick Flash at Pork Magazine:

There’s been a lot of talk on Bark about cool people. Here’s are video arguments for:

Lou Reed

David Byrne

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