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Archive for April 2002

cat got your tongue?

On 30 April 2002

Nothing I have read in the past few months comes close to the sadness that is every other page of The Journals of John Cheever. I am starting to use it almost as a kind of melancholy stichomancy (say that three times fast). Here's what I got just now from opening it at random: What […]

once upon a time I was an owl

On 29 April 2002

From the Stop It, You're Making Me Blush, Overly Erotic Medical Language Department (for short, the SIYMMBOEMLD): this surgery article references “deep warm moist clefts.” Several times. Good lord.Frazzled, me? Why yes thank you for noticing. The current chair of the San Diego conference just e-mailed me all casual, “whoops I seem to have double-booked […]

punk in drublic

On 26 April 2002

From the window of the bus I have seen things. (I say what I have seen and believe; and whoever says I have not seen what I have seen, I will now tear off his head. For I am an unpardonable Brute, and so I shall be until Time is no longer Time.) Here is […]

the violent blunder of my very presence

On 25 April 2002

I KNOW IT'S ONLY ROCK AND ROLL BUT I LIKE IT, I GUESS (x3)1. My new favorite thing to listen to (and I am not in any way being sarcastic) is the midi version of “I Love Rock and Roll” (you'll have to scroll down some). I just find it charming and delightful. Somewhere Joan […]

I'm working on a case. Of Scotch.

On 24 April 2002

HONESTLY I AM NOT KIDDING THERE IS NOTHING OF SUBSTANCE HERE TODAYSilly me: I sent Kat a voodoo curse, from this page, and soon thereafter she sends me an IM asking, “Did you just send me a voodoo curse?” (which is a pretty funny IM to receive, actually), and I had forgotten that I had. […]

the toaster waffle fits perfectly in the VCR

On 23 April 2002

My goodness I am manic. And the Weather Word today is HOPEFUL. And it's no use to even try and shut me up, because my brain is faster than than yours. I have a BIG CRAZY BRAIN.Ahem. Speaking of big crazy brains—although I did briefly try an antidepressant, years ago, to help me with little […]

inside of a dog, it's too dark to read

On 22 April 2002

INGEST THISMore fake cereal. Last night LT and I worked some more on developing our psychedelic concept cereal, which we are naming Helter Skelter. Here is the tagline for the ad campaign:“IT'S FREAKING ME OUT!”I think the box should feature a bunch of dilated-pupil children tumbling down one of those M. C. Escher slides, all […]

nine while nine

On 22 April 2002

Formula, recipe, alchemy: take one loose-knit group of boys and girls determined to feel something interesting. Add the steady, constant application of cheap domestic beer (like a windless low-pressure system, like a middle-C drone) punctuated by tequila shots (like solar flares, like timpani entrances). Overlay with an increasingly shrill manic cheerfulness and punctuate with a […]

the party starts promptly at genius o'clock

On 19 April 2002

If you and a friend were thinking about splitting three bottles of wine between the two of you, let me just say that I tried it out yesterday, just for you, sort of like a wet dry run, and while it will make you cheerful and loquacious it's a bit bad for the brain. LT […]

shake barrels of whiskey down my throat I'll still see straight

On 18 April 2002

SMALLI am not very good with standard girly compliments. Friends and lovers of both genders have noticed this—I secretly enjoy hearing those sorts of things but it sends me into a spasm of self-consciousness and freak-out (I have been known to literally whimper in embarrassment) if you tell me that I look nice or attractive […]