Goddamn, it's 2024. I was thinking back the other day about the experience of writing this blog, and what mostly came to mind was an undifferentiated decade or so of late, late nights spent smoking cigarettes (which I don't do anymore, alas) and spitting out whatever came to mind. The heyday of that approach was roughly 20 years ago, and after several moribund years I mostly moved to translation. These days I barely have the wherewithal to translate and post anything, much less run my mouth about any and all of life's infinite indignities. Not that I particularly want to spend my time doing that, but you get the drift.
So what does the Year of Our Lord 2024 hold for your humble Corpse? Who knows. At one point I thought I'd like to write about organizing and the labor movement, but I'm more interested in the work itself than writing about it. That said, I'm involved in some shit that I think deserves a writeup at some point, but maybe not here.
There are always records and books and movies to write about, and maybe I'll do that this year. I don't know. I've stopped thinking too far ahead w/r/t my life, because I've experienced firsthand how quickly it can change. I may not have time to write about heavy metal records or kung fu or Thomas Pynchon—or maybe I will. I'm here for livin', dudes, and while this blog is not the quotidian record it used to be, it'll still reflect the antemortem musings of your favorite posthumous dude.
Até breve, amigos e amigas.
DAS
now playing: Memoriam, "Austerity Kills"
