not trying to spook or beg, but HBML got a nice letter from the bank’s lawyers the other day saying they (the bank) now own the property, which is the story of the year (not in this case specifically but a million times around the country). anyway they’re holding a foreclosure auction this thursday at 11, if anyone of you fresh lords want a building you might want to check it out, and if you’re really interested i can show you around my section of the space before then.

i’ve sent out to various lists the question “what happens to me?”, and got a wide array of seemingly knowledgeable answers. my distillation is this: my lease transfers to the new owner, who can evict me but must do so through the courts, or could offer “cash for keys”. sso, i could be reading this wrong, but it seems not too too bad, and not super-imminent bad, but definitely “up in the air”. all advice welcome.

also, these past two months have been really awesome, and things are going really great.

wednesday night’s show was fun and i got a lot of zines and stuff, plus the new onion flavored rings several inch record, the one with the tite ML cover. i got elbowed really hard in the ribs– who left their elbows out? still really sore but without even a cool bruise. meredith and greg “fatal” harvester were there, i was so psyched to see them. hi greg! hi greg’s coworkers! last night went to providence to see black rainbow again, plus dungeoneer and a new jo dery + natalia band called baba yaga. it was in a totally moldy basement– pretty awesome. my favorite part of the night was meeting someone who was an electronic arts phd student at RISD and being like “oh, i’m an electronic artist– i made 420cats.com!”. anyway their intro line: “oh, someone gave me your number to talk to you about the torah as an early example of hypertext.”. sure don’t get that every day. or ever. well, once.

for what it’s worth, i had a really good new year’s eve- nothing super spectacular, i didn’t dance (because i don’t like dance parties, i like singalongs), i just walked around the dirt palace (i mean, the “trid ecalap”) and talked to people. sometimes party talk is frustrating, because you can’t get “a good conversation” with anyone. but that’s ok. i laid the groundwork for good conversation, and cleared up a few “we kind of know each other, but is this circumstantial or do we actually enjoy each other’s company?”-type unaskable questions. didn’t kiss anyone on new year’s eve, only on the fake preemptive countdowns a few minutes early, and only jenine and charlie, who i’d be with all year anyway if years past are any indication (which is good).

sam gascan art show at HBML today (friday) from 5 to 8pm with chips. show at the q with the foundation and i hate them, saturday at 8pm. my understanding is that i hate them is not an i hate myself cover band.

UPDATE: “i hate them” is actually “i hate zen <3″, and contains lowell harrison, aka “short harrison” (only so called because his hair is short and his dad, gray harrison,’s hair is gray. see also long harrison, curly harrison).

today i get to buy candy and pass it out at the store. i hope you trick or treaters remember that if a house doesn’t give you any candy (and their lights are on) you are not just allowed but obliged to mess up their house, with eggs, toilet paper, compost balloons, whatever. however, if all the lights are off, then the house cannot be messed with. and no bag snatching– let’s end kid on kid crime.