not able to argue with RC.

I lived briefly in Italy (i'm going out for a friend's wedding) and was once told that looking at women all day was the national sport of Italy. Now I never played little league, but this seems like a sport I can get into.

FYI, Sabena has rt tix to Milan for all of april for only $290 from nyc. Maybe it's a good spot for a sorbji gathering?

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$290?
damn. i could get down with that. i want to go visit my brother over there anyway.

how far away is Rome from Milan?

can't remember exactly, but I think around 5 hour train ride. More or less.

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sorabji gathering in Milan?


i'm so there.

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I'm serious, where are the t-shirts? I'll pay! In advance! Mark, you're sitting on a gold mine here, man. Make it elegant, and understated, but then print a bunch on flamingo pink for me. I once saw a presentation on Waters' Pink Flamingos, in which it was broken down thusly: Pink Flaming Os. I also once ate at a buffet line at John Waters' home. My other brush with fame!

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goddamn you're cool margret.

Gotta go practice tonight, then use my psychic powers to addle the normals at the shit hole bar tonight.

Is he mocking me? Sem, are you mocking me?

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Twerp laid an egg.

4/1/99, 10:10 PM
TBone is:

a little confused. I can't find the second half of March WAYD, and the big version is showing the second-to-last post rather than the last.

Happy April fool's day. I had a good time. Papered a friend in.

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Fear not, Margaret. Anthropologists never mock.

But the t-shirts simply must be basic black pre-shrunk 100% cotton. With the big Sorabji.com logo. In yellow w/a red border. And a front t pocket.

What I'm really dying for is the Sorabji sleep shirts!

P.S.
Rachmaninoff's birthday was April 1st.
May we now observe a moment of silence & listen hard to hear if Mark is practicing...

trying to get the sound of the consultants' voices out of my head so I can get back to sleep. doing this by going over 2 measures of the motet by Thomas Weelkes that we worked on this week, and realizing I have yet to do anything on resolving the "Absalom? or Absalon?" question. and trying not to think about the meeting coming up at 9:00 yet, or i'll never get back to sleep. and realizing that, in becoming prone immediately after coming in the door yesterday evening, I completely neglected my scrabble duties...

(where are my dreams)

(where is my stomach)

sexing remotely

(twerp)

what about Italian women, what do they look at all day?

snort

not awake yet.

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Blowing off the typing I'm supposed to be doing. My Boss has me do a lot of work for this non-profit he's on the board of, and I dig the non-profit and all, but I hate my job enough without doing shit that isn't my job.
Yesterday I went into a Lutheran sub shop (had one of those IXTHOUS fishes with no lettering on the sneeze guard) and they were playing frigging abbey road from Mean Mr. Mustard on and I was transported with delight, and then Her Majesty finished and the sound system swam right into Hard Day's Night. I avoid patronizing this sub shop because I have anti-Lutheran prejudices, but I may have to rethink my position.
And R.C., you have your T-Shirt any way you like. I want blank on Flamingo Pink. Is that too much to ask? And of course I want a black T for when I'm trying to look all dangerous and cutting edge! Pre-shrunk cotton? Do they make t-shirts out of anything else?

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Realizing the annoying thing about partying with people from the West Coast is that they can stay up all damn night.

Hey, margret, WHy would I mock you? bloody Web, can't transmit inflections too well I guess.

scheming.

they're about to take away our free sodas.

this is the software industry, damnit. free soda is up there with health coverage and stock options.

no free soda...

fuck.

time to break out the resume.

scheming.

they're about to take away our free sodas.

this is the software industry, damnit. free soda is up there with health coverage and stock options.

no free soda...

fuck.

time to break out the resume.

"Gadgets are sacred
Gimmicks are the fruit of civilization
Contraptions are the greatest asset to man's culture.
What the world needs is more and more fancy"

"Freedom's just another word for not caring about the quality of your work"

listening to godflesh, waiting waiiting waiting

perusing russian mail-order brides ont he internet and pondering what i'll do for lunch.

i'm thinking cajun blackened-fish w/ shrimp etoufee and a small latvian princess on the side.

to go.

disturbed.

Why do are people so eager to meet strangers they meet online? Scary. My friend is having this really weird girl stay with him for a WEEK... I think the dislike for this girl has been unanimous so far... Gonna be a long week.

I like making Tshirts. Perhaps Sorabji shirt designs will be my next project.

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alright, i've finished my mingle postings and i've completed my scrabble dooties. now i'm going down to waikiki to sell dainty seashell necklaces to sunburned tourists.

they love this shit.

the weird thing is, the more money i ask for the necklaces, the more they want to buy.

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say this 5 times, fast.

"Sarah sat by the seashore selling seashells"

drinking beer for breakfast. it's one of those mornings... or afternoons, i guess. went out after work last night with the guys from the team to celebrate the departure of the problem client.
damn, i never realized what a bunch of drunks we all are. the four of us drank about $500 worth and charged most of it to the company on the corporate card.
by 3 in the morning we were all yelling at eachother about bad quantum physics ("hey man, if you can get your car to vibrate at the right frequency {burp} you can {burp} drive right through a {burp} fucking mountain!... or something...{burp}"), women ("shit, man.. what the hell is that dress made out of... saran wrap?!?") and the NYPD (fuck you, fuck guliani, and fuck the god-damn police! NOBODY'S sticking a pig-baton up MY ASS!")

by that point we were pretty much asked to leave.

just got in from a game of paintball war, damn those things hurt when they hit. the game really gets you heart pumping, not to mention out of breath, from smoking to many cigaretts and pot, although i rether, roll a bug fat one up before i smoke cigaretts....i think they legalized the wrong drug!....i know it might have happened but its not as if you here about someone killing a family after smoking a joint and driving...alcohol is under the fed's control so its ok for people to keep on drinking and killing in automobiles......my prayers go out to all the victims of this horrid substance.....please goverment step up and listen......keep on tokin! the herb is for real......

just got in from a game of paintball war, damn those things hurt when they hit. the game really gets you heart pumping, not to mention out of breath, from smoking to many cigaretts and pot, although i rether, roll a big fat one up before i smoke cigaretts....i think they legalized the wrong drug!....i know it might have happened but its not as if you here about someone killing a family after smoking a joint and driving...alcohol is under the fed's control so its ok for people to keep on drinking and killing in automobiles......my prayers go out to all the victims of this horrid substance.....please goverment step up and listen......keep on tokin! the herb is for real......

happy easter!

HAPPY EASTER

pass de dutchie pon de lef' han' side.

i told myself that i'd spend easter cleaning up my apartment. what a pain in the ass. but the sooner i get it over with, the sooner v and i can start whipping up margaritas and practice sunday herbalism.

which reminds me, i've gotta find that "perfect margarita" recipe R.C. posted a while ago.

my bottled-margarita-mix days are over.

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making deviled eggs. duck eggs. they seem kind of tough, so it might be dog food later. when using regular eggs from the store, i never think of them as potential chickens. but i robbed the Rouen's nest for these, and i see them as aborted ducklings because i suspect the eggs are fertile.

why am i writing this? no one wants to read this. jesus herbie christ.

swine, i am concerned that you are preoccupied with death and the thereafter. reading through your postings, there is a definite tendency toward morbid obsession. you might try my solution of saying aloud, several times, I Wish I Was Dead. you get it over with, and it doesn't creep into everything else. .

I didn't know such chanting was a good thing. I usually suggest therapy to people who do that.

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it is the therapy

listening to Brand Nubian and typing this to you when i should be cleaning my apartment. i have a few paintings to hang and a bunch of african art to mount... the paintings have been leaning up against the wall for weeks now, and the art is sprawled across the coffee table or still boxed up.
i need to get it together.

i don't think chanting "i wish i were dead" is gonna do much for me, sheila. besides, self-destructive behavior withstanding, i don't wish i were dead at all. i wish some *other* people were dead, but that's something all together different...
when i was in high school, sometimes i'd zone-out in class and imagine everything cracking, reality exploding like shards of broken glass flying away from a shattered mirror. that and the idea of a coming apocalypse would bring me a sense of serenity.
i was a weird kid.
i still am a weird kid.

i remember telling someone a while ago that "in college i got a degree in religious studies with an eastern philosophy focus, but in reality i majored in self-destruction."

true, that.

i was writing a paper earlier. then, i took a break and installed aol instant messenger on my puter. i am listening to fugazi, mark lanegan, lucky me, and the romeo and juliet soundtrack on random right now on the cd player i got dave for his birthday. it holds five cd's, which is four more than our last one.

now i am going to get ready to take cleo to an easter egg hunt in this park nearby. they are going to eat her alive. it's cold and gray here today. not exemplary easter weather.

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trying to find an apt on the web. There doesn't seem to be anything colseer than 35 miles away from where I'll be working. Damn. The one place I found in LA Crosse seems pretty cool, but A 35 mile commute is not something I want in my life right now.

don't be such a baby. i have a 100 mile commute, and do you hear me whining?
i use the driving time to chant I Wish I Was Dead.

cleo got seven eggs, one of them had a little slip of paper in it which meant that she got to go to the prize booth. she got a stuffed dog which she named truck's pup. truck is one of our dogs. we brought truckeroo with us, and after the egg frenzy we walked down on the beach during low tide. truck was chasing the sea gulls, but he would get scared when he got too close to them. now we're home again.

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crampy and headachey.

Happy Ether.

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As a Psych major, I'm worried about y'all. Nonetheless, you are highly amusing: ) Happy Easter!

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i am not a religious person.


after my parents were divorced when i was five, my mother dated and then married a religious man. a white, lower middle class, dogmatic, homophobic, despicably uneducated, rigid man, who served as my step-father for about 11 years.

when i was in college my mother divorced him and married a non-religious, yet equally rigid, dogmatic, and ridiculously wealthy banker (married 5 times before her). i wasn't invited to the wedding.

but that is neither here nor there. after growing up quasi-jewish for the first 6 years of my life, i was baptized lutheran at the age of 9. that is when the brainwashing began. sunday school and catechism and choir.

i was a hideously bad child. eventually my mother and step-father sent me to a private lutheran school, which i attended from age 13 to 17. the school required religious studies ever semester, every single year, in addition to attending chapel services every day in the gymnasium. (the female teachers at my school were never allowed to deliver the abbreviate sermon, since women were not allowed to teach men religion, according to the doctrine.)

i also, by force, attended church services every sunday with my mother and step-father.

thank god for college and drugs. i was able, over the course of 5 years, to deprogram myself. i am no longer afraid to say that i don't believe in hell, and moreover, i don't believe that jesus christ is my personal lord and savior. jesus was a cool dude, who had the right idea. but after his death, well, let's just say those twelve guys set up the most successful pyramid marketing business in the history of the world.

in any case, eleven years of my childhood came flooding back to me this morning, as i got up, showered, did my hair and put on a nice flowery spring-like dress. thankfully i was not being forced to go to church. i was being treated to Easter Brunch at the most expensive restaurant in honolulu by my father's new girlfriend.

given all the not-very-positive memories with my parents' various spouses, given my distaste and cynicism with Easter and all other christian holidays, she certainly didn't pick the best avenue for a first meeting. but she didn't know any better.

my father had warned me that she was nervous about meeting me. certainly she could have picked a much less formal way to do it, which i would have preferred, but this was just her way, said he. they've been dating 6 weeks.

she and my father pulled up to the house in her cherry red camaro. ("i wanted silver but they would have had to order it, and i couldn't wait that long.") my father was driving. she brought me gifts, as she had two weeks prior, upon her return to hawaii after visiting her family at their wine estate in Napa Valley. last time it was wine and cherry butter. this time she brought a book called "Like Water For Chocolate" and fancy easter candies (which i threw away after we got home from brunch, since i'm on a diet).

the meal itself was wonderful. the restaurant is practically *in* the ocean, lined with glass walls. the surfers looked as if they might crash right into the building.

she was very sweet and easy to talk with. sort of felt like i was at church again though, with the dress, and the fancy restaurant manners, which don't really suit me, and i put on my best, most charming self, and tried to put her at ease.

she said as a child, she and her sister would go swimming in the open vats of fermenting chardonnay. they were nice and warm, she said. after i heard that story, i figured we might have more in common than i imagined.

by the end of the meal she was offering to get me a deal on a steel-string guitar from her brother's music store in marin, as well as to fly my father and i to california in july to go on a champagne tour, horseback riding, and some other things i can't remember now.

the thing is, she is totally head over heels in love with my father. and he digs her too. the only thing that really matters to me is that he is happy. maybe she was trying to impress him with the offers. i'm not sure. i marveled though at her generosity toward me, a stranger, when even my own mother wouldn't loan me $100 if i was out on the street. but, you know, the money doesn't impress me. the expensive brunch didn't either. the best thing she can do from here on out is simply not to make me re-live any more religious memories, and we'll get along just fine.

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You may not believe in Hell, Sarah/but remember -- Tech Support is the devil's work.

Looking at the last 10 people Mark shot in NY. Thinking NYC looks cold & dirty. And wondering abt that poor girl w/the unfortunate hair... I hope the guy w/her isn't her hairdresser.

And wondering why search engines suck so much. I'm looking for listing of condos for sale in Qyeens & LI. Not listings of agents selling condos. Not listings for condos for sale in Queensland. (Yes -- one engine spit back Queensland!) Not realtor sites wanting all kinds of financial info. (It's for my brother -- all I know is that he makes considerably more $$ than me.)

I Just Wanna See Some Fucking Pictures of Condos for Sale in Queens & LI!!! How hard is that for a search engine to find?!!!

just got through looking at the 10 photos how depressing...only 2 people smiling out of all of them....new york looks like a rat cage of misery.......no wonder people jump from the empire state building!

funny, that's not what i see in those photos at all. they make me happy.

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not smiling.
Smiling is overrated.
Don't mean I aint' happy.
But, I'm not saying I'm in a good mood, either.

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SMILE MOTHERFUCKER.

i put prince's "sexy m.f." on repeat for my entire commute. i cannot avoid being happy today, because wherever i go it's sexy motherfucker shakin' that ass shakin' that ass shakin' that ass.

Lurking around for the arcview expert to come back to the office so i can enslave him to do my bidding.

tired. ill. sick.
manager schmanager.
i need darkness, warmth, and pillowy flesh.
i'm outta here.

snow again.

seasonal affective disorder.

Swine, it sounds like you have spleen trouble. I know just what to do.

went dancing yesterday from 4 till 11 pm. It's great. When you leave, it feels like it should be 6 in the morning. Except that you're not tired, the sun isn't coming up, and the next day you don't feel totally out of it.

it was a total mood change from brunch with my ex beforehand. An hour of small talk and omelettes and by the end The Cure could've walked in and picked up the mood. It did bestow on me one useful realization. If we didn't break up I think I would've had to bust out the black wardrobe and heavy mascara from my teenage years.

And mascara is such a bitch to put on.

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i am sitting still.

i think it may not be true for all children, but for me and all the other british kids i grew up around, the one thing we were constantly, endlessly being ordered to do was to sit still. wherever, whatever, a good child sits still and is quiet while the world moves on around him. movement and sound have their appointed time and place. shh.

it's hard to learn, though, there's no percentage in it for a hyperactive kid. running around making noise and bouncing off the walls is how he learns how the world works, and hopefully how he learns what things can break him before they do.

stillness has no part of life when you're young.

i'm thirty-one now though, and today i am relishing stillness and listing the things i can once more do without it feeling like someone is jamming knitting needles into the base of my spine:

i can lift my right arm above my head. i can bend over to pull my boots on. i can stand up and sit down. i can do a sit-up. i can breathe deeply. i can sit, silent and motionless, and be deeply grateful that the pain has finally gone.

the longest nights were the ones where there was no comfortable position. those were the nights i thought the pain would never go.

it's human to want to think that all things have meaning and purpose. maybe this was to teach me the lesson i never could learn before. maybe this was something i needed to know to be an adult.

i don't believe that, but it's something else to ponder while i sit here, until i get up and move on.

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listening to Mark play the piano. Sounds like someone had a nasty cough that day.

i are

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dazed.

ever since spring has hit these parts, my head has felt bloated as if it were filled with sludge instead of the usual bullshit. my tear ducts water, my nose runs, and every second spent on my feet seems like it could be better spent in bed with the shades drawn.
yesterday morning i got up, got dressed, walked outside and was crippled by a mindracking pain that started behind the eyes and reverberated throughout my skull. took me a few seconds of cowering in the shade to realize that i hadn't been maced or hit in the forehead with a stungun, but rather just exposed to the morning sun.
pretty abusive shit, that.
anyway, i haven't been able to think clearly for days now. and it's a bad time to be foggy. i've got to talk to the new clients tomorrow about their build, have to deal with the pile of tech issues accumulating in my lap, and have to get decisive about whether or not i really want to be anybody's manager and deal with the all the shit that being a manager entails.

right now i don't want any responsibility,
i don't want any commitments,
and i don't want anyone barking up my leg.

i just want warmth, darkness, and more sleep.

send me back to the womb.

remembering the ONE and ONLY sinus headache I've ever had and thanking the dear lord I've ONLY had ONE.

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informing Mr. Swine that his womb is weady. Pwease walk this way.

staying up too late, thinking about families

awakening.

once again.

"let the poppers pop
and the breakers break...
me an' these mc's gonna make a stake...

like pladow buh-dow buh-da-buh-da dow dow!
either stand tall or sit the fuck down!
all the way from 215th to bucktown!
(from "do you want mo'" to what ya want now!)
brace yo'self cuz it's bout to go down.

yo tariq, (whassup?) how yo microphone sound?
(it sounds tight)
well alright
so show 'em what it's about.
we about to blow up the spot,
cuz they musta forgot,
we double trouble bubble bubble (trouble) bubblin' hot!"

i was talking to the vp of sales for one of the clients we support tonight. he had a notes issue and while i was walking through correcting it, he said it sounded like i'd done this a million times before and asked what really goes through my head when i deal with the basic stuff.

"well..."

Laughing at Mark's "career as a fashion designer" bit.(How does he get those captions there anyway? Do elves sit & type them in every 2 min.?) And at Sheila's story abt curing her dog's splenitis by stroking his dick. (You didn't, really? Did you?)

Thinking of what to suggest for Swine's allergies. (Ever try Allerin? It's an herbal product/so it won't react w/yr various & sundry other drug intake. I've used it since I moved to FL & my allergies kicked in. Works very well -- & it won't increase yr b.p. the way sinus meds do.) Wondering if there's anything new to report re: Stephanie.

And deciding what to have for breakfast. I stayed up all nite yesterday/made breakfast @ 6:00am /then went for a walk just as ther sun was coming up. Think I'll try that trick again while this MP3 file downloads. (Who knew those things took so long? But hey -- they're fee).

Happy Wednesday,
Everybody!

wondering if the latest big pic is in Flushing Queens?

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eating lunch leisurely

wishing that just once when I say "sexy motherfucker's so fine i'd drink her bath water"

someone would bet that if you threw her ass in the air it would turn to sunshine.

Hey swine - Claritin's the shit. Take from someone whose job is outdoors surrounded by allergens. It's expensive but worth every penny.

dealing with Refugees.

also just had a revelation, what is Wrong With Me, it's just that I'm so contrary, always at cross purposes to whatever, often to myself, and it surely has to do with being very young and saying NO to something that happened anyway, and still saying NO, or whatever, to whatever it was, if it seems to be happening again. Honing and refining my NO.

gee, it sounded so convincing when I had that thought just a few moments ago.

haven't I had that revelation before? sounds kind of used. let me know if you remember it. don't want to get into revelation reruns this early in the season.

nearly bald, and some would argue, a sexy motherfucker.

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hey, man.

nice shitter.

taking a thinking break at work.

one of our residents at the hiv/aids hospice where i work told us today that he no longer wants his medication and wants to die. so here we are, in hospice mode, getting ready for him to go. in the happy stupor of this wonderful job, i forgot one important thing. the people who live here are going to die soon. and i love them. and i am so, so sad to see them go.

well, back to work and such. i'm sorry i've been so busy and neglectful of sorabji.com lately. i miss you.

4/7/99, 4:40 PM
Billy is:

leaving the country in exactly 24 hours.

Who's coming with me?

not leaving the country.
but leaving the city.
going to chicago on business next week.
then if things pan out the way they need to,
orlando the following week.

i love travelling on the company dime.

having a totally righteous day and grooving off these chordata.cam picks from january. neat!

yesterday was really weird. i got my period - first one this year - and i had blood tests which required fasting. so i woke up crampy, irritable, bleeding, and hungry. then they took about a pint of blood
out of me. then i ran back to the office and scarfed down my lunch, and i caught a food buzz from a blood sugar surge. continued to feel like shit. went home early.

today i treated myself to 1-1/2 hour massage! it
was awesome. now i'm going to do my taxes and
get my oil changed. tonight i'm taking another Tae Bo class, which is a riot! my teacher calls me Rocky. in a month i better look like Billy Blanks or i want my money back.

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(I'm sorry; I'm still a little drunk. This is a long, stupid story, but since I've already typed it all out I might as well post it.)

Was at the Oui Lounge this afternoon - my "day bar." I like to spend the odd free afternoon hanging out there. As you walk in, the bar runs along the wall to the left and is cut off from the rest of the bar by a dividing wall. It's dark even in the afternoon except for beer lights and the TV. This is where the 50+ afternoon crowd sits.

I like to talk to the old timers, but usually I get a drink at the bar (dry manhattan, say)and go to the "lounge" on the other side of the wall where I can have some peace and read. It's bright in there; sunlight comes through the big bay window with IUO on it.

As I sat there, an old guy named Phil came in. He's 79, I think; comes from the bayous of Louisiana but lives in Texas now. He walked over to me, limping a little, and sat down. I've always assumed it's because I'm in a wheelchair that these old guys like to talk to me, but it might also be that I've so exhausted any interest in my own affairs, I love a good story.

"Was out in Weatherford," he said "seein' how the turkey huntin' is. Out in the hill country. Now I come to this place by the woods in my truck, an' I decide to git out and hoot up the owrls."

"Hoot up the owls?"

"See if theys any turkey about. See, you git them owrls hootin' an' the turkeys'll answer an' you know they're there. Don't wanna let out a turkey call, 'cause then they'll come to you and know yer there. Don't want that. Gotta be clever. Turkeys look dumb, but they's smart, and you gotta be smarter."

"Ah"

"So I git outta my truck and down this in-cline towards the trees so the owls can hear me. About as far as where we are to the street. So I'm out there hootin' up them owls when this truck rolls past me. Now I'm thinkin', I didn't hear this fella drive up. Then I git a look at the license plate and I said Shit! I thought I'd put the truck in park. So the first thing I do is git ta runnin' after it, and I fell right on the ground. Whomp!"

He lifts up his pants legs and shows me two large, nasty bruises on each shin.

"Well, I get back up agin and chase after the truck, and I fell agin. 'Bout this time truck goes Crash! raht into these trees an' brush. All I can see is the tail stickin' out. Well, I figure all I can do is go back up the hill and find someone with a phone. On the way back up the hill I fall again.

Well, I get to this fella's place and call for a tow truck. When it gits there, I take 'em back to the woods. When I git out of the truck I fall again. They jest hooked my truck up to this winch and just pull my truck out easy as pie. And, I'll tell you, there weren't but three scratches on it. Those trees had growed just right so my truck missed 'em and was stopped by this little ditch. Which was good, 'cause 5 more feet and it would've gone over a drop of 20 feet. Then I jus' drove on home."

"Still going turkey hunting?"

"I'll just let the turkeys get over all the excitement."

"Play it smart, huh?"

"Right."

Anne the bartender came in and I ordered a manhattan for myself and a bourbon for Phil.I quietly drank to the health and well-being of Phil. At least I know the turkeys are safe.

"see now, why you gotta be gettin' all *vaginal* on a muthafucka???"

-guy on tonight's train ride home responding to his woman's choice of casual conversation. she was talking about how heavy her menstrual flow was.

it's been cracking me up for hours.

Very cool story, Droopy. Sounds like a short film.

Gotta camera for the next time you drop by the Oui Lounge?

I like people who seek out day bars for reading & drinking in. (I've tried reading in bars at nite/but people kept asking me if I was a college kid.) A throwback to another age...

I'll bet John Hockenberry has a day bar in every major city on the planet. Fuck Wolf Blitzer -- Hockenberry 's the King of No Fear! And doing a good job covering our latest little war.

trying to decide: Friday night... One or More?

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Reading about 60 wpm--
can't seem to get a link to the 'Sorabji' REALAUDIO to work--
Bummer!

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Now I can't reply to--
about the movie Koyannisqattsi, which I have enjoyed numerous times and was wanting to ask if -- had seen Powaqattsi, the sequel P. Glass had made in 85 or 86 but was never released on video.

also got the RA to work!
(Save as...). Pictures at an Exhibition.

Now I can't reply to--
about the movie Koyannisqattsi, which I have enjoyed numerous times and was wanting to ask if -- had seen Powaqattsi, the sequel P. Glass had made in 85 or 86 but was never released on video.

also got the RA to work!
(Save as...). Pictures at an Exhibition.

Edge12x12

Swine: great place to eat in Chicago - The Oldtimer's, its just off of Michigan near south water st. Cheap, filling good American food, plus excellent service.

Droopy: excellent story.

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done tuckered out.

went and caught MMW last night in santa cruz. i still maintain that John Medeski is a fuck, but Chris and Billy made up for John's drooling organ.

i watched this scruffy fuck try to muscle his way past security into the club. it made me realize: i'm not surrounded by neo-hippies, i'm surrounded by dirty people with bad hair.

inside i had to deal with this arythmic scrub bouncing around in front of me. maybe i'm hypercritical, but if you can't feel the groove, please try to dance with small, inconspicuous movements. if everyone could read my mind, that stinky underage fuck wouldn't have spilled his beer.

if i ever join the circus, i hope they don't put me in the same tent with the midgets. i've become way too intolerant.

it's 1am when i get home, and i'm all amped from the show. it's bongload city until i finally pass out in a puddle of my own drool.

bongloads+4hours sleep+cublicle lighting = current mental state.

and when i close my eyes i can still see Chris Wood busting his standup bass nut all over the crowd.

glad i looked at wayd today.

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feeling blue, the lyrics from Capt. Beefheart sound in my mind. . :"Oh, the black paper between the mirror breaks my heart that I can't go. . . steal softly through sunshine, steal softly through snow. ."

preparing to pitch my case to my professors as to why I think these huge timbers are dam parts and not triphammer parts.

listening to Dinosaur Jr. "Green Mind"

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vowing to never shave my head with a razor again. the t-liner crapped out last weekend, so i resorted to the gillette mach III. smooth shave. real smooth. was walking around all day feeling my soft, slick skull it was so damn smooth. now a couple of days have passed... the stubble is growing back in, and the itch is unbearable.
i'm sticking with the t-liner.
even if i have to shell out another $50 for a new one.

to hell with the razor.

i just don't need to be that smooth.