in my cd player... Stephen Malkmus "Church on White"   on the page... Paul Auster Moon Palace   into... tracking sidewalk chalk all over my apartment; being five minutes away from collecting unemployment; cool clubs and even cooler crowds; new outgoing voice mail messages   daughter-o-Zeus... I told LA Michael that I was tired of being a muse. He told me that I had the potential to make the world a better place. I told him to try to keep the weight of the world off my shoulders.   a room full of secrets... Earlier this week I received one of Carl Steadman's 99 secrets. Addictive little things. Tonight, people-watching in the club before the show, I drafted a few of my own.   warmed up... The first time we saw Pavement, Stephen was all about tough-love. Turned away from the audience. Lost in his own groove. Tonight he was quite charming and chatty. A pleasant transformation.