...more recent posts
Jan 10, 2000
Dark and drear. Here we are with our respective saps at their
lowest points. Have resolved to go and visit the monkeys in the
Bronx Zoo to see how they are dealing with it. My inclination is to
be horizontal. This only poses a problem when one is faced with
the necessity of labor. The idea of seasonal work is appealing. I
like to think of Monica and Linda's respective transformations (the
former's weight loss and new role as Jenny Craig spokesperson;
the latter's head transplant) as some new reductive form of
tragedy: Through some form of hubris you find yourself being
immolated by the media and becoming a household name, but
rather than katharsis and the gaining of wisdom prior to death
you merely get a makeover.
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.