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Archive for February 2003

because it was there

On 28 February 2003

WAYS IN WHICH I AM FIGHTING THE POWER1. I just sent an e-mail to the Director of Building Security asking if I could boil water for tea in my office, now that the national terror alert level has changed from orange to yellow.2. Since the memo that circulated earlier this week banning us from having […]

throw it off the bridge

On 27 February 2003

Cold cold cold.I keep getting fooled. These Chicago days lately have been blue and sunny but also very, very cold, and as I think I may have mentioned my moods are all over the place, so half the time I sit in my office seething with bleak agitation (bleak makes me think of laundry, and […]

show me show me show me how you do that trick

On 25 February 2003

MY BRAIN IS A SLIDESHOW RUN BY A SPEED FREAKAn Open Letter To The People In Charge At My Work:I can take my lunch hour whenever I want. It says so right in the employee handbook. So when you send me an e-mail at 11:52, requesting an “urgent” meeting in your office at noon, and […]

swarm like locusts

On 24 February 2003

SOMETHING SMELLS SELF-REFERENTIALTwo of you put fingers to keyboard after the last post to ask me how I felt about two of Sesame Street's bit players: Guy Smiley and Prairie Dawn. I limited my analysis to the major Sesame Street characters for a reason, but hey, anything for you people. Guy Smiley I don't really […]

junk gun fever sinking to my brain

On 21 February 2003

THE MAJOR SESAME STREET ARCANA AND A CONSIDERATION OF WHETHER OR NOT I WOULD HANG OUT WITH EACH (IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER)1. Bert. Undecided. He seems a bit rigid to really be good friends with, but I can see hanging with Bert and playing Scrabble on a rainy day. Verdict: Maybe.2. Big Bird. Is a painfully […]

so that he shrivels up and is turned into a grasshopper

On 20 February 2003

FOREVER OVERHEARD (AND FOREVER OUT OF CONTEXT)by mimi the eavesdropper1. “She had a couple of gallery shows here, and now I think she's either in Texas or Iran.”2. [into cell phone] “Fuck that. Fuck that. No fucking way. That motherfucker. He can go fuck himself. [pause] Hey, let me call you back.”3. “Whose chicken is […]

marzipan ham

On 19 February 2003

Like a smart person, LT is winding down his evening, and is reading The Economist or some other frighteningly boring thing in bed (seriously, The Economist and their incomprehensible captions baffle me—maybe they think they are being funny but it is like the Belgians trying to make a joke or something. It just sits there.) […]

a one-way ticket to Chiba City

On 18 February 2003

LINK IT UP, MAKE A SCENE, LET THEM KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN Personal submarines. A personal submarine would make it way too tempting to stage your own disaster movie. I am begging you. Read this great ABC book. David Hahn built his own breeder reactor. (Coincidentally, building a breeder reactor was one of the […]

an underwater guy who controlled the sea

On 17 February 2003

Is it okay with you if I temporarily use this here web page (Whoo! That Mimi is one hot and sexy metafictional chick! Stepping out from behind her authorial curtain to remind you how excessively mediated our communication is! As if you didn't know that already, you are not some kind of moron! Hot and […]

lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings

On 14 February 2003

Good photos of the far northwest side’s famous boy caveman hot dog and girl sailor dress hot dog. I assume that dressing up like a caveman is just some sort of sex game that the two hot dogs play, and that the boy caveman hot dog was not transported forward into the future to meet […]