Days of Future Past

Solo act again. No Micro. No gimmicks: no fancy ammo, no battle-vans, no hi-tech surveillance. Just the basics. —The Punisher

Just as soon as the lab coats corroborate from my urine sample what a boring life I lead, I will begin a job with the NBC affiliate here in Washington. They'll have me reporting, blogging, editing video, and writing TV scripts. Jim Vance will come to all my parties and I'll sit right next to Lindsay Czarniak. This much, anyway, I've pledged to weird friends who grew up around here.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I choose to view the significant distance between my home and office (read: faaar, like <-- [ this much ] -->, seriously) as a positive thing. It turns out that the office is not too far from a Rock Creek Park bike trail entrance and is fairly close to a branch of the gym of which I'm a member. Despite the mounting heat and the certifiable Maryland drivers who descend upon our city during the day, my best option for work appears to be commuting to the gym by bicycle, showering up, and then riding the rest of the short distance to the office. Will the Washington Sports Club desk give me a dirty look for paying to use only the shower in the morning?

That's quite enough change for me, but still a little more is in the works. One: I'm moving out of the beloved and beleaguered Flophouse where I've spent the last three years and more of my life. I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness cooking in our tiny kitchen. Those guys have been gone for so long now that I feel like a lingering ghost. As much as I enjoy the company of the people who make it home with me to the present day, next month I will haunt it no longer. Not in this lifetime, anyway.

In another turn that is both two steps forward and one step back (in time, I mean), I'm back to reporting and reviewing the local art scene for the Washington City Paper. This is exciting to me: No one else affords art in D.C. the attention it deserves. And I'll still be filing reviews at Artforum, Art Papers, Art in America and some of the other shores where my byline washes up.

And here! Writing here! I really miss blogging and feel that the blogosphere is underrepresented by local voices reporting on what Kriston Capps is doing and thinking. I happen to have some expertise in this realm.