adderall plans, adderall fans

Ok kids, there is a limited list of things in this world that I love.

In no particular order I present:

1) drugs
2) book marketing
3) clever strategies
4) winding down + all forms of release
5) watching 7/8/9 AM after a particularly satisfying night spent in filthy bathroom stalls with friends and strangers
6) steak tartare
7) twitter
8) productivity, output & innovation
9) clever easy afternoons in the sunshine with beer
10)excellent publicity hits
11) a very fine dirty martini (bonus round)

Some various combination of the above leads me to the celebration of the forthcoming memoir, The Adderall Diaries from Graywolf Press. Despite slacker surroundings and possible lifestyle I fucking love: productivity, finished products, and tangible results - the goal of any publicist I suppose - and this is why adderall has a coveted position. As much as we all like twitching quietly, or not so quietly after one (ok, maybe 5?) too many bumps what we really like is the shit that takes us back to nights of speed, midterms, finals, and above all else: self-medication for improvement. The real goal is always something real, something measurable: a 20 page term paper, a final, a senior thesis, passing the bar.

Drugs that raise the bar. Things that force us to get over over the hump of introspection and get something going - answer that nagging voice of What are you doing? What's the plan? Adderall is this. It's at least honest in that you ask, "ok, what the fuck next?" that is, if you're not already doing it.

So I really want to read this. Check it @ http://www.graywolfpress.org/component/page,shop.flypage/product_id,287/category_id,00904de4d45e7808b56a75acdc7c6a96/option,com_phpshop/

Complete with a very fine blurb from both Jerry Stahl - who claims this may be the memoir of a generation - and the classic Amy Tan, don't you want to peep this to?

summer of swine

So even with all the pretty weather that all you kids love so much (and OK, I will admit to basking in a nice PBR-in-the-backyard of my fave local bar on Sunday moment)I feel like the mood this spring is a bit grim. Or there's an undertone of it at least - old media is increasingly boned, our economy is fucked, and it seems like every other person is looking for a job.

Of course, given the name of this blog, we sympathize. I'm lucky for now, but believe me, I worry. All my skills are in a field considered a luxury (books). whee. I feel the gap growing larger between everyone with even minimal income to spend on things like books, tickets, nights out, and those not. In short, shit sucks. And it isn't going to change anytime soon. Maybe we'll all get the swine flu though, and at least then we'll get some bed rest.

Signs something might not be quite right with me:

- I've been cleaning my apartment regularly. I vacuumed myself into a sweat yesterday.
- I've cooked meals more than twice in the past month.
- I've been thinking over things.