Thursday, May 24, 2001
I thought perhaps, that I would sit down and write something enlightening or funny, something of substance dotted with glowing hypertext. I'm sitting and waiting for inspiration to happen, waiting for a feeling to hit me, a subject, topic, or theme. Today, is very ordinary, at least to me anyway. It's lightly raining, outside my window I can hear the birds and the breeze blowing through the oak tree. The metal fan makes a soft whirling noise, a signature of sleep and summer. I'm supposed to read this book titled the 'Waning of the Renaissance 1550 -1640' but I'm afraid I'm not really interested. See, the cover fools you, a lovely reproduction of 'The Picture Gallery of Cornelius Van Der Geest' and a back cover of a prayer book and seal from 'Francois de Sales' - I think Ohhhh rich Corinthian leather (don't ask) and it reads as a history book, very dry and very very dull, and not very welcoming on a soon to be summer day. My old desk feels cold, did I tell you I like my desk? I do, it's huge and I salvaged it from a library sale, they wanted modular, I wanted the old heavy 1940s streamlined curves and deep drawers for stuff. The best part is the front that is worn just slightly, the spot where hundreds of people have sat with their elbows, just like me.
2:43 PM :

Wednesday, May 23, 2001

Fresh from France, AFRICANISM. Dance happy cd mixed by that fun loving playboy Bob Sinclar. Heavy duty thumpin' jumpin' and booty bumpin' a smooth cocktail of tropical tribalisms that is sure to make you junglisticlly freaky. Mail yellow recordings for info.




2:09 PM :

Tuesday, May 22, 2001
Sucking hard, Today's Personal Warning From the Surgeon General:
Do not approach irritated individual, do not inflame, contents under pressure, use extreme caution, use only as directed, hazardous to humans and domestic animals, repels assholes and other gnat like individuals, contains cooling vapor action, keep out of reach of children, runs with scissors, receives "U" for conduct today, does not play well with others, fights on playground, claims disruptive behavior is fun, sticks crayons up nose, talks out of turn, colors out of lines, wastes paper, flings butter pats off moist towelettes onto lunch room ceiling, insists he is Andre the Giant, a burp is not an answer, gum is not a play thing, ordering anchovy pizzas for the rectory is not funny, funny noises are not funny, you did not see Elvis.
6:43 PM :

News from Paris: I saw the Parisian friday night roller-bladers! It was incredible. the police, on motorcycle drive ahead of them to block off the intersections, and then the rollerbladers go by making the most incredible noise...both from the wheels and the cheering. hysterical! everyone on the streets cheers them as well. Ronald said that there weren't many that night, but I was impressed. it took at least 20 minutes for them all to pass! He said that on a bzy night it can take up to 45 minutes, and that at the height of summer the city has counted more than 35,000 people! mon dieu!
11:53 AM :

Monday, May 21, 2001
Novica, unique items from global artisans featuring hand made items from the Andes, Bali, Java, Brazil, Central America, Cuba, Mexico, Thailand, Venezuela, West Africa and Zimbabwa. Stop by and read the travelog of Wander Woman.

4:10 PM :

Burlesque, the emergence of Zeus or stories titled: 'on becoming', count one, count two, count three...funny how you never thought it odd of me, opening our correspondence with the following item: I'm always touched by your presence dear, my simple and complete adoration of you, creating numerous epithets in your honor. Did it hurt when you fell out of the sky, checking your shirt tag, yep, I was right, Made In Heaven, your thunderous laughter and clamorousness. I love to watch you sleeping, dreaming of scenes idyllic and bucolic, your mouth curling ever so slightly, a pleasurable grin. Your rounded bulky shoulders rise then pitch sharply down disappearing into the small of your back, the angles of your muscular legs shift your hips contrapposto. Your strong hands cup the lightning bolt that burns the sheets, the smell of metal, smoke and rain. There are times you morph into a bull and scare the dog you so lovingly refer to as DIOS, a fitting name for such a funny creature. You look so perfect in that gentle light of dawn, the cracks between dreams and reality, not wanting to disturb or dissolve.
4:08 PM :

Sunday, May 20, 2001
Sunday Best / Post Big Lift, shoulders, hating every moment of 75lb. upright rows but desire nice trapezius muscles, shower afterward with careful walk across wet ceramic tile, down pathway lined by blue steel lockers, the wet towel hangin on the most beautiful part of a man's body, that part where the torso is twisted onto the hips, and lines that rock or sway delineate a sharp angular maleness. Towel drop, FTLs wiggling my ass into em, deodorant, shorts, socks, butch wax, shirt, packin it in and walking past weight room.
6:36 PM :