My girlfriend mentioned that I should focus on doing some work at my real job to make some money this month before I focus on other interests. I responded that my blog (now 4 days old) was occupying the role of a full time job. She responded that my last 2 posts were on average 2 sentences long (thankfully she didn’t mention the absence of any readership or form of monetary compensation). The implication here is that 2 sentences a day is hardly full time work.

I started today with 2 fewer lamps than I ended it with, a smashing success. Still didn’t manage to get any work done.

Today I paid 8 dollars for a cabbage. I felt the price was excessive but I received no sympathy from my cashier.

Hi, my name is Oliver. I make songs. I started out making them alone, then with friends, then for friends, then for strangers. It’s strange to think about where you started and then to think about where you are now. It’s easy to make our life story make sense when we look back on our past and subtly revise our history to make a cohesive narrative arc. Lately I’ve been wondering if my own life story is a sort of subtle fabrication I’ve created for myself. I guess it doesn’t really matter if your story is true to history or not, it’s still your story.