I feel like quoting Napoleon Dynamite's brother (when he is talking about his new girlfriend) about how my moving to this city has been "the best thing that has ever happened to me." Of course it's summer and I just got my vacation and I just feel good. And it's my friends who make this place for me, not necessarily the place itself. So I must thank my friends again and again, for I have never felt so good.

It's funny how one almost has to feel guilty when life is abundantly good (especially when we admit it to others). It's as if we are simply not allowed to enjoy ourselves in my generation. And if we do enjoy ourselves, we must do it secretively so as to not make others feel left out. But enough of that; that's to change. Let's adopt the French joie de vivre.

Yesterday was Rockaway Beach and then the McCarren Park Pool concert with Blonde Redhead playing a pretty tantalizing set (of which the first (and better) half was spent desperately trying to get in to the venue, which was free but full).