In an interesting turn of events, the new crown prince of Jordan is half American. Not that “American” is an ethnic category, but his mother was born here. I wonder what consequences this has for our fragile empire.

Spike Lee is doing a film with Keanu Reeves. I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

Okay, maybe one update, but just some lyrics:

"Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dreams
But all of that is changed now
The truth begins again
The truth is not that comfortable, no"

No updates for today, my head hurts too much.

I bought some black and white stripped toe socks today. I wonder if I'll ever grow up. I hope not.

This is one of the few times I wish I drove. Laibach is playing in LA and I have no way to get there without paying a lot for a flight or spending an ungodly chunk of time on a bus.

Ug. I can't get my sound card installed and I'm bored as fuck. All my stored music and even Knights of the Old Republic are laying dormant.

Kim Jong Il may be dead. Not very good timing since we'll be busy dealing with Arafat's bloated corpse. Each instability makes the world a more dangerous place; also more exciting. The torch passes to fresh blood [meat] and we have a chance to begin healing old wounds and uniting humanity. Israel, Korea, Cuba, and the rest have been on the edge for longer than I’ve been alive. It’s time to reach out in their times of transition (well, Castro isn’t dead yet, but how much longer does he have?) to kiss and make up.

It’s cold and raining. I don’t think it’ll get over 50 degrees today. I want some hot chocolate, or maybe a hot toddy.

I'm beat. The Dinah Cancer show was great, a lot of fun. Butt Trumpet was surprisingly good. They’ve got a totally new lineup, but whatever.

Hung out with a cool woman for a few hours tonight. She said "Oh, gosh!" a lot. How cute is that?

Sid and Nancy is on the tele. It was a Valentine's Day present.

"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house."

Matthew 5:14-15

So in playing around with Blogger I found out about the Atom feed and how to change that into a RSS feed. Nifty. Friendster will let you add that to your profile, but Livejournal and Myspace don't. Lame.

When I woke up, I noticed some water on the carpet in the hall. My roommate's girlfriend told me water was leaking from the ceiling. I hope the place doesn't fall apart while I'm at work.

The Greeks never fully agreed who the first god was. Some claim it was Oceanus and Tethys. Even then, many believed that life began in the sea. Hesiod wrote that in the beginning there was Chaos who brought forth Gaia (Earth), Tartarus (Underworld), Eros (Desire), Nyx (Night), and Erebus (Darkness of the Underworld). Still others thought it was Night or Time that came first. Then some schmuck said that it was the four elements woven with the powers of Love and Strife. I kinda like that one.

Fight the good fight, Yasser. I'm sure you have a seat waiting at the table in Valhalla.

Too much Lou Reed makes Jim cry.

One day mom was cleaning Junior's room, and in the closet she found an S&M magazine. This was very upsetting for her.

She hid the magazine until his father got home and showed it to him. He looked at it and handed it back to her with out a word.

She finally asked him, "Well, what should we do about this?"

Dad looked at her and said, "Well I don't think you should spank him."

I just found out a friend of mine has to go into the hospital. That sucks so hard. Makes me feel my mortality and wonder why my liver hasn't exploded yet.

Hoards of people are shelling out $50 a pop to Microsoft for a copy of Halo 2 while the company just shelled out $536 million for an antitrust settlement. If we keep buying stuff from them nothing will change, no fine is big enough to stop this monster.

Ear infections suck. Antibiotics suck too. Instead of having an earache and being dizzy, now I have an earache, I'm dizzy, and I have an upset tummy.

Leaving my apartment at the usual time, the weather looks fine. It isn’t until I approach Flamingo that I notice the swath of black sky somewhere past Eastern. There is no weather in central Las Vegas; the HVAC systems that insulate the Strip casinos from real life have this odd side effect of negating the weather patterns that affect the rest of Clark County. Perhaps it’s just the golf course.

I’m tired. I got a ride home last night, but didn’t ask to be dropped off at the store, so I had to walk back and didn’t start drinking until about an hour later than I normally do. I got a 12 pack of some beer from New Zealand last night and drank 8 of them. My roommate had one. He still doesn’t have a job or money so he’s taking it easy on the beer. I think he’d gotten hammered at the Crown and Anchor the night before anyway. He kept wanting to talk. Maybe it was “relationship building” time. Necessary, I suppose, since we’re stuck with each other and I’m footing the bill for the moment. He might be nervous; I know I would be. We watched some short films on IFC. It seemed angry uterus night but the films were enjoyable. I lived with a Woman’s Study major for a few years so I can handle anything. I didn’t feel sleepy or even that drunk (never getting that beer again) but climbed into bed about 04:30, which meant only six-and-a-half hours of sleep. I skipped my normal long bath for some extra sleep.

The Flamingo bus was exactly on schedule for the first time in recent memory. It was also rather full. The two don’t normally coincide. I think the Pecos bus was also on time, but as it pulled up to the light I got an unexpected ride from a former coworker who also happens to be a somewhat famous musician. She’s finished recording her new album and is shopping it around to different labels. She hopes to tour in March. I think I’d like to get to know her better, but I don’t know if that’s ever possible. Just read her biography and you might understand. Plus she has a young child. Doesn’t leave much time for a social life. I found out that she was at the Ministry show and I didn’t see her. Then again, I was very drunk that evening.

Inside, reading the news, I wonder what the hell France is thinking. I don’t know if sending troops into Cote d’Ivoire is such a bright idea. With problems in Colombia, Somalia, Afghanistan, Sudan, Nepal, Congo, Iraq, China, India and the rest opening up another quagmire seems hasty. Still, at least they realize that sometimes events demand direct intervention by world powers. It might help them (and everyone else) that we have to work together as a world to keep our shit together.

As JFK put it: “And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.”

Eva O just gave me a ride to work.

And now that last post, translated from English to French to German and back via Babelfish:

Like calm I my apartment j'ai was stated that the concrete was damp and the sky, grey. The m'a, which was taken some times, around that report with "pluie" to make; puisqu'aucune water did not fall at this time. Because approximately the flamingo it began j'ai to begiessen of it. There were more clochards around d'autobusl'arrêt Marylands qu'habituel. The rain seems to bring it as waterlogged the worms outside which soil the sidewalk. Three rested themselves between l'échange von Buffalo and that one, who are this Pikeestange in the back the bank d'Etat Nevadas. They had a certain odd bicycle with a side soil, which is connected with it. Causerie and nicotinism it n'ont not, which seemed is to have a care in the world. Ten d'eux of feet, another man put blotti in its lean Denimjacke. I could not say s'il breathed, but to s'inquiétait not enough, in order to disturb its Linderung. L'autobus was natural in delay, but like that my connection was so he set up good. L'autobus received from central and Eastern European countries coming out j'ai fucktard in a tail of fish of the truck of mustard-yellow during the qu'il to see turned left from the RD mast in central and Eastern European countries and nearly from l'visage factory in a beginning regular bus. To laugh and forget to be late at least the m'a, which is forced. The rain gave a fair blow of foot inside, how I went through the door.

As I left my apartment, I noticed the concrete was wet and the sky was grey. It took me a few moments to make the connection with “rain” since no water was falling at that moment. As I approached Flamingo, it began to sprinkle some. There were more bums around the Maryland bus stop than usual. The rain seems to bring them out like the waterlogged worms that stain the sidewalk. Three were sitting between Buffalo Exchange and whatever that dive bar is behind the Nevada State Bank. They had some odd bicycle with a trailer attached to it. Chatting and smoking, they didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Ten feet from them, another man was lying down, huddled in his meager denim jacket. I couldn’t tell if he was breathing but didn’t care enough to disturb his slumber. Of course the bus was late, but so was my connection so it worked out okay. Exiting the Pecos bus, I got to see a fucktard in a mustard yellow truck fishtail as he turned left from Post Rd to Pecos and almost face-plant into an oncoming bus. At least that got me to laugh and forget about being late. The rain kicked in just as I walked through the door.

I've decided I want to move someplace where it rains more than twice a year.

I have an ear infection and it's really pissing me off. I mean at least it could have waited a week when I'd have enough cash to see a doctor.

My deadpool picks.


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tenebras
10/25/2004 02:56
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Yasser Arafat
1929
alive

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Arthur C. Clarke
1917
alive

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Alan Alda
1936
alive

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Spalding Gray
1941
died 11-Jan-2004

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Ron Jeremy
1953
alive

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Prince Philip
1921
alive

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Ronald Reagan
1911
died 05-Jun-2004

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Fidel Castro
1926
alive

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Queen Elizabeth II
1926
alive

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Pope John Paul II
1920
alive

mal·aise
n.
1. A vague feeling of bodily discomfort, as at the beginning of an illness.
2. A general sense of depression or unease: “One year after the crash, the markets remain mired in a deep malaise” (New York Times)

Yikes, Arafat is almost dead. I'm not sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, he's a pigfucker, but on the other he's about the only leader the Palestinians have. Shit's gonna get uglier over there.

You're standing on my neck

Money sucks. I thought I'd have plenty this week, but overspent on Halloween so I'm down to like $10 in my bank account. I have to cancel my Netflix subscription.

So I had yesterday off. We didn’t do much, just lounged around the house and drank until it was time to head over to our friends’ house for drinks and handing out candy. They blew like $300 on candy or something obscene like that. It was a lot of fun.