...more recent posts
Jan 14, 2000
Too cold for the monkeys. I work in a restaurant, as an hostess.
This, I like to think of, in my grandiose moments, as some sort of
karmic trial. Tonight the public were pissy. I have always
maintained that one of the interesting phenomena of Manhattan
is that its inhabitants suffer mood swings collectively; tonight
(01/13/00), we were in a fairly foul mood. What I resent about a
particular variety of customer (take P.P. at 7.30pm, for instance) is
their innate inability to have a good time. Me, I like to have a good
time whenever possible. Have decided to become vicously fit, in
the aerobic sense; what with the failure of the apocalypse I like
the idea of training for some inhospitable terrain—even if we are
all subjected to the lap of luxury for the next millenium. My friend
Una had a baby girl.
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.