Let's Go! Paris

So I'm leaving for Paris in 10 hours, which means I'm leaving the house in about seven hours, which means I'm way screwed since I'm neither packed nor have I typed up the list of things I want to consult in the BN, which I wanted to do before I left since there's no guarantee that there will be a printer that I can use in A—'s apartment. I also haven't done the final round of changes for the Andriessen review, which I said I would send off before I left, and so I'm just going to have to hope and pray I can find free wireless somewhere to send it off while I'm there. It's the kind of thing A— would have, but I don't want to get my hopes up...

Why am I so behind? And why am I typing this instead of packing? Because I'm some sort of lazy lout, I suppose. But also because I've been hanging out with rock stars. (Notwithstanding my friend who once said to me "Drew and Martin aren't rock stars! They're... laptop stars." You know who you are.) Yes, Matmos are in town, and J— and I went out drinking with them Thursday, St Patrick's Day. Their show tonight, despite massive technical difficulties, was quite good. The venue for some inscrutable reason decided to have the two opening acts play simultaneously, in different rooms. We didn't see the xeroxed signs that announced this, and so I missed Charlemagne Palestine altogether, which is irritating. He was mentioned in passing during my orals.