Thursday, September 05, 2002
As the first anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks approaches, reflection and commemoration are certainly appropriate. The planned media tributes will ring hollow, however, unless they also offer the public substantive discussion of where the "war on terror" has taken us-- Is the world safer now? Are we more free and secure? Unfortunately, many media outlets seem ready to exploit America's grief by replaying the trauma of the attacks, instead of honoring the date with a serious debate over where the country is headed.
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Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Smelling of sunblock, emptying sand out of my suitcase, shoes, hair, ears, etc. dreams of hot salty cuban boys in square-cuts who have over experimented with steroids, tall drinks, and the color of light. More later perhaps, on to a post that if it were a condition, it would either be a stroke, a seizure or some other form of aphasia. Don't mistake outlandish for innovative, Dennis Cooper is the closest thing Burroughs and Genet have to a literary heir. See one My Loose Thread. Having a common language in a country is critical to the communication of its people and the flourishing of commerce. Case in point, S/M/L or Tall/Grande/Verde. Regardless, I want a combination back-pack, coffee, expresso, cappuccino maker. Straight from Italy, this little strap on Uzi shaped machine lets you savor espressos, lattes and cappuccinos while remaining completely mobile to bounce off the wall and politely expel steam. Jack me til' I scream. 'Celebrity is feudalism revamped for democracy.' Make of that saying what you will, but satire stays, deal? Deal! Boredom leads the way for nude no more, stop the nudity now, design, submit, score, judge. What's better than designing something for fun that people worldwide will put on their back? Log Now. Fuck me, I am looking studious, I'm creating something high end, a needle in the haystack on the hayfeaver highway. Shake some mouse mojo the way of Steve Lawler. His asthma breathalyzer is an interface, see cloning sheep, fuck off, pull the face, and enough links to make your index finger sore. Exercise art-interface. Got call? First L'egg pantyhose, now a light up egg-phone. Need more tiny gimmicky fun? Try Aranzi-Net for more cute Japanese fun, I draw the line at talking syrup containers like Mrs Butterworth in the morning, or that damned Hamburger Helper hand. You're a sicko? I got a little something for you too. Brother and sister out to do 'God's Duty' kill a gay Tiny Tim look-a-like, set fire to a heroin addicted lesbian with an ignited aerosol can, urinate on the elderly and roll them over with a bulldozer. The brother fucks a goat then has sex with his sister while calling their mother to listen into the orgasm. Island of Death DVD Uncut and Uncensored.
2:39 PM :

Tuesday, September 03, 2002
Yes, I am refreshed. I returned via a standby flight this morning. A bit sleepy nursing a migraine, the nice flight attendant upgraded me to first class. I slept through everything, even the thunderstorm. It's horrendously muggy and the power has been flickering on and off all evening. I'm hoping to get this in before I'm saddled with another brown out and the computer screen fades to black. I will spare everyone the Blogorrhea (pointless or excessive filler in a weblog), answer e-mail and leave it at that for now. Until Tomorrow.
7:53 PM :