The Critical 'I'

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Sunday, July 27, 2003

(blogathon 2003)
It's 3AM, pretty much the middle of the night for my purposes. I'm still coherent, I think, but starting to feel fatigue--although not in a linear fashion. I'm reminded of the "imperceptible pivot where two AM changes to six AM" from the opening lines of Jay McInerney's "Bright Lights, Big City". Then again, that pivot only occurs when you don't want it to...

In any case, I've got the groovin' house tunes of WMNF's Our House playing on the radio. It's less techno than I prefer, but I like what they're pumping out so far. It's giving me a detectable energy and helping me to plow on ahead.