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Archive for July 2002

the beautiful cage of an enormous bird

On 31 July 2002

I think I update this thing too often. I know some people profess to like that about me (me meaning the online me, in this case), but still, I think it's too often. With all this updating, this page might start to lose its specialness. For instance, you love carrot cake and you love oral […]

a certain vegetable

On 30 July 2002

THE JOURNAL THAT SOMETIMES WISHES IT WERE A WEBLOG (by which I mean I'm going all disjointed and choppy and Tourettic today and I don't apologize for it. Well, I do. A bit.)(Also, it gets kind of dark at one point so turn on a night light or something.)*More Dale Peck vs. Rick Moody. I […]

cerebrospinal fluid dynamics

On 29 July 2002

Transitions are hard, linear narrative is artificial and quaint, and thus: In true frantic postmodern jump-cut style, I offer a page full of my own trademarked brand of semiotic jiu jitsu, my word-based jello salad of snapshots from my Pittsburgh trip. This way I can get all the “what I did today” crap out of […]

stop! or I'll say stop again!

On 25 July 2002

Drinking tea. (If only it were a beer.) All alone at my desk. (If only I were curled up in a booth at a dive bar with you.) (Yes, you.) Worrying about tomorrow's business trip to Pittsburgh. (If only I were flying away somewhere more interesting, like Florence. Or a remote but perfectly safe, well-appointed, […]

slight discomfort mixed with utter horror

On 24 July 2002

MY BRAIN IS MELTINGSomething about the sky this morning (early) reminded me of Bahrain.* (Where I used to live. In case you are new to me and you are wondering why a morning sky would remind me of a tiny Gulf emirate.) Something about how it was all flat and thin like an old dime, […]

turn on the love oven and cook up a casserole with stove top stuffing

On 22 July 2002

I'D LIKE TO FORCE THE WORLD TO SING (aka MUSIC-RELATED BLATHER)My favorite Stephen Malkmus line: I had a crap gin and tonic at Wounded Knee. Although when I'm singing along I prefer my version of the line, which is: I had a crap gin and tonic, it wounded me. (Because I know the pain of […]

hovering in the subjunctive mood

On 19 July 2002

LINKSI really want to get this graphic describing cane blight silkscreened on a t-shirt. Don't ask me why.Lego Mobius strip.These people sell holes. More specifically, they sell holes surrounded by metal. I like the page of perforated metal. For my birthday, I think I want a large piece of perforated metal. TWENTY SEXY THINGS, ALPHABETIZEDAlan […]

primordial soup and sandwich

On 18 July 2002

SCENES FROM MY THURSDAYMorning. Half-asleep, in bed, I decide that today is Friday. Hooray! Friday! Twelve hours from now I will be all done with work and well on my way to getting tipsy on cheap beer and ruining my hearing with some noise band or other!Today is not Friday.Later. Post-El ride. As I scuttled […]

the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel

On 17 July 2002

From the Moron Files: This morning I was eating my granola bar breakfast at my desk and trying to get a CD in the computer at the same time (gotta rock out while I edit), and I absentmindedly stuck the half-eaten granola bar into the disc tray and punched the button to close it. Luckily […]

I dream of bigness

On 16 July 2002

Let's get one quick housekeeping item about this site out of the way: I have added a picture of myself to the profile. Sort of.Ooooooooo….the floating volleyball head that visits you in the night…..bringing doooooooom….My dreams were full of obviously fake, lame-o “special effects” like that. The volleyball with the face drawn on, the bats […]