"Jarl Espen Ygranes is Norway's best looking Ice-hockey player.... You can look at all the pictures here at his home site. The way he is displayed naked, has got the men and also some females to jump and put their coffee in their throats. (Thanks Jamie)
11:39 AM :

Thursday, August 29, 2002
Thursday is my early day, up at 4:30 to make it to the gym by 5:30, classes and work by 8:30. By lunch I am ravenous, ready to eat and break from the routine. I've discovered some new shoulder exercises, chucking the weight forward and up, slightly painful and preventing any further upward trunk movements for the rest of the day. I'm working the overhead projector, chalkboards suck. Thinking of all the things I could be doing, like sitting in front of a painting in the studio, the brush stuck backwards in my mouth, w/toxic color dripping out the sides of my grin. Catatonic states, such a waste of time. I've had too much coffee and I'm trying to push the day onward, I'm probably talking too fast, as usual. Leafing through the latest edition of I-D, chewing on my bottom lip, tapping my foot. That said, here are few posts...

Lived it, loved it mostly, and learned it, really. 24 Hour Party People is the film about the rise and fall of the Manchester England music scene, that of Factory Records, revolving around Tony (So It Goes, Factory Records) Wilson's une mini empire. From the beginning of the Sex Pistols to the closing of the Hacienda, there is enough death, decline and fall from grace to make Icarus proud. Anarchy indeed, but real footage of performances interspersed into the movie evoke real nostalgia, not manufactured. The director embraces the chaos and manages to tell one hell of a story, features all your favorites; Buzzcocks, Howard DeVoto, Happy Mondays, A Certain Ratio and more, but hey, it's only rock n' roll and I like it.

When posts resemble films; Robert Altman's Three Women, or Bergman's Persona. It's a fact, paradigm's shift, all the more reason to create, set your truths out to dry and see where or what they define. Or perhaps move laterally or bilaterally, strike that reverse it, through and into a story. The tale remains the same, or does it? Check out Jon and Frank Ippolito's Fair E-tales, part of the Adversarial Collaborations Site.

Thursday is 'Circuits' section day in the NYTimes, the whole unit is worth reading but especially David Pogue's iMac Envy article, informative and quite funny.
12:57 PM :

Wednesday, August 28, 2002
This will go down on your permanent record. Freaky stylus action with the Teacher's Pet. This is still the daisy age, pixel pumping flowers and football at MikWorks and please Giant Robot shopping now.
11:58 AM :

Tuesday, August 27, 2002
Early lunch, chicken sandwich on whole wheat with lettuce, tomato, and mozzarella. A tupperware bowl full of seedless cucumbers in rice wine vinegar, sesame oil and a plum for dessert. All washed down with 500ml of h2o. A return to training yesterday, a good run, but I'm dogged by runner's knee. I need a nice sports massage from a hottie, you see, I'm a bit stiff. Whoa, I can't believe I'm the target of community outreach for the week. I am feeling the love! Damn!

Tout-Fait, will go underground, wave Marcel wave!
12:18 PM :

Monday, August 26, 2002
I know monday comes in spurts but as promised, this el gringo loco has to continue the Ann Magnuson thread from earlier. Question, does it have to end with the definitive version of the 'Power of Pussy' Andrew? Must I purchase a tricked out Pontiac Fiero ala Dr. Ramdis in Making Mr. Right? Or, do we both share a love of villainous 'rudos'. Luche Libre, free fight, mexican wrestling, theatrical gymnastics meets sport. What tattooed sexually deviant experimental artist wouldn't love this hyper masculine suped up passion play with a ring-side seat. Masked wrestlers fight crazed zombies, midgets, nazis, vampires mummies, mad scientist, fiends, and other evil doers in a good versus evil battle. Good wins, and it's all outrageous pageantry and goofy fun. The 'good guys' are legends, and movie stars; El Santo and Mil Mascaras are my two favorites. The LA L.A. cinemateca joins forces with costume designer Liz Fairborn, wrestling promoter, Michelle Carr, artist's Real Cool Time and the Velvet Hammer troop to bring you Lucha VaVoom, August 29-31.
10:20 PM :

One more outburst outta you, I'm not sure I like that tone...today, segments of time begin and end with a perceived crescendo, it's disconcerting in a way. Half ass backwards for sure, the melody starts then stops, but perhaps rhythm is just being established and soon, routine becomes white noise symphonic, pulse lounge. I have yet to stick my foot in the mud, or slip, or fall, or trip, or alter, the everyday will establish itself soon. Don't fret though, I know, I have an anti 'joi de vivre' attitude today. Friday was a wash, literally, as storms blew up through tornado alley and lightening cancelled any hopes of a football opener. Time spent under the bleachers eating doughey pretzels, drinking cokes, people watching; High School is still the same, a pack of smokes and a teen pregnancy scare. Tee Hee. I'm running Apple's v.10.2 Jaguar, new stuff, so far so good, clean although I've never been in love w/an aqua interface. Smaller, simpler is better, I'm passed a 'heart' as a symbol for favorites. Blahk. Although today, I am becoming one with Ann Magnuson, more later, I've got so much shit to do, don't you?
1:16 PM :