So tomorrow, August 26, is my 55th birthday. It’s a funny thing: I never really expected that this birthday would feel like a benchmark. 21st birthday, 30th birthday, 40th birthday, even 50th birthday seem to make sense as more important than what some great punk band called double nickels on the dime. Whatever, these are all arbitrary constructs, just dates on the calendar.
As always, there are a lot of transitions. I’ve been working on a big new project I’ll be able to talk about soon. My priorities are being redirected and changing all the time. I’m expecting a major showdown with the Los Angeles Times, three years after they canned me, early next year. I’m currently working with my lawyers on the latest legal brief due to the court.
Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone who has supported my work, not necessarily financially, even through a friendly word or two. Art is a lonely job. There’s a lot of criticism. Not a lot of praise. So it’s really appreciated when it comes.
I won’t be mad if you don’t but if the spirit moves you I maintain an Amazon wish list – sorry, but it’s the easiest way to do this until some more progressive company does it — if you want to send me some goodies.