that was a joke, that is, for all of you fucking IRS people out there. i have absolutely no finances right now. ok, look, i have spent most of my adult life in the ocean, and my life maybe cut short (we never know) fuck jet-plane video store deadbeat rentals. to assume makes an ass out of you and me. thats what i was going to say.


so, i will spell out to you, with the best of my abilities, my most stoneded thoughts because i have 1--- people sitting down and that has to do with where i can get a suit and if that is true and anyone knows where i can get one for around $200 abd then you know where to get that shit fitted so i look good in it, and yeah, thatsafter i buy it. sweet home chicago, nine and nine is eighteen, baby dont you want to know?


there is an electrical service duct right behind you're german's trouser






"for the common good, i must kill you"

"i am guest! a terrible flood, an eatrhquake!"

"oh god, can you help me?!"
"alive and well, wonderful, you saved my marriage"!

Saw this friday night - it was great. I was afraid it wouldn't really hold up to Cronenberg's previous work, or follow along the path of the hard-to-watch Spider. I would say that neither of those fears came true. This is a movie which manages to be be both powerful and subdued. A few times you feel like the themes get too obviously used in the story, but overall it was vert effective. The cast works well together, especially Viggo and Bello. In an interview, Cronenberg made a reference to how the movie is very, very different from the comic, and he pointed out that the comic didn't even have the sex scenes... in retrospect, this makes total sense, as they are totally vital to the film.

All in all, the movie is a much greater achievement than the comic, which I re-read this weekend. I have always liked the comic (mostly for it's Vince Locke art), but the film become more powerful due to how it manages to actually explore the theme, while to comic is basically just a gangster tale.

Go see it.

Three years. It took three years of often tiresome posting to finally get what I came for. And now that I've got it, its time to move on. There are other hills to climb, other tasks to complete.

Ciao

I see you lurking, so call me! 202-491-1432.

i hope you are okay...

love,
cricket

Here's mine:

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the President Bush his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed."

"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"

[written today while watching a sparrow watch me; it was hanging out on the lip of the chair across from me outside a coffee shop. Little feathery dinosaur.]

We sing for the dead:
for the written word,
the cannot-be-taken-back,
the not-subject-to-change,
for the hammered metaphor.
For the wire skeletons that give
our stories structure. For the
never-spoken-of or
the quietly-whispered-about.
For the other, the greater-than-our-petty-selves,
the open mouth in the equation,
the vector. For the ghosts
in our habits, memories, gestures.

We sing for the rotting, the decay,
the relief in kicking our legs
from under blankets each morning.
We sing for what we can no longer comprehend.

So,

I just found out that a young cousin of mine died. He couldn't have been ten years old. When he was four or five doctors found a large and frightening tumor in his brain, and luckily he survived a risky opperation to have it removed. It was a dream come true for my aunt and uncle (from Texas, who had to evacuate), the only members on my mother side of rich asshole, rascists who I actually call family. This morning he simply wouldn't wake up. He was found by his older brother. Normally if someone passed on from my mother's family I wouldn't stop my sched. to deal with it, but I really would like to make it to the funeral. I guess in the end it caught up with him.

fuck everything

Hi Everyone. I am in the process of doing a Holiday Card Fundraiser up here in NYC utilizing all the great talent of artist friends. I am looking for an organization to collaborate with in Louisiana, so that way the credit goes to the South for this project. The name of our loosly affiliated group here is"Jambalaya Arts".

If we work now, then the cards can go on sale by Halloween and catch the big rush to buy Christmas cards and the like. I think the cards will be displayed in a box of 30 or so, and placed near the cashier inside stores in Manhattan. Each card will cost $3 and 100% of theproceeds will go toward disaster relief. I'd also like for all thecards to have an official stamp, sticker, or tag.

Wanna make some cards for the fundraiser? I ordered some recycled paper envelopes that are a red wine color. The size of the envelope is A8 or5-1/2 x
8-1/8". The size card that will fit is 5-3/8 x 7-3/4" folded inhalf. Prior to folding in half, the paper dimension is 10-3/4 x 7-3/4". In case you don't feel like measuring, tell me your address and I'll mail you a sample card.

Can anyone suggest an organization for us to work with in Louisiana? It would be helpful to have a letter of endorsement or permission to use a logo for the Holiday Card fundraiser. Also when the time comes, we may need some suggestions on where to donate the funds. I like the idea of supporting an arts-therapy based program, but don't know who may be planning, let alone implementing, this yet.

I'd appreciate any advice, as this project seems to have a lot of potential- and could be done successfully in many cities.

wow, lsu cancelled a day of school so that they could have a special monday football game. and then that day comes out of fall break instead.