...more recent posts
Jan 4, 2000
Some naive part of me really thought that there would be
something new about it. The only thing new appears to be the 7
lbs of adipose tissue lodged about my middle and my breasts
(admittedly there are worse things). I think, as I often do, that
escape would be the answer. Even something as far from the
exotic as taking the Number 19 bus through London from Chelsea
to Islington one night. The Number 19 offers a delightful cross
section of the city from South to North and the buses themselves
remain an anomaly owing to the fact that they are some of the
few remaining "rear entry" vehicles still running in the city. This
means that the back left hand corner of the double decker beasts
are open at all times, in fact there are no doors at all, merely a
pole placed on the angle of the corner, which inevitably
encourages one to run for them between stops and mount them
while they lurch along.
Jan 2, 2000
I dreamt that Bob Dylan bought me a new sound system. I feel my
mission is to promote sentimentality.
Jan 1, 2000
Cherish your Whoredom.
Dec 29, 1999
I have been remiss in posting to my lovely new branch provided
by Jim. As a friend once said (to the great embarrasment of our
adolescent selves): "Too much happiness." Nothing related
specifically to Winter Solstice, Christmas, Ramadam, or the
imminent new Milennium, merely calendar licensed excess. I
strongly recommend using this time unwisely. The season,
whatever you care to call it, also brings communiques from absent
friends. Voices on answering machines, pixilated portraits of a life
lived elsewhere. However, I can't help wondering about their
speckled flesh, the smell of them, their new shoes and their
laughter: I want them in the flesh. Anyway, I'm delighted to be
here and wanted to wish you all joy and resilience for this new bit
of time.