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Friday, December 20, 2002
My last day in the office until Thursday, January 2, 2003. The color white has long been something I found quite inspiring. Came across an insightful article last night ("Whiteout" by Katherine Satorius) in SOMA, one of my favorite magazines. Some curious quotes from Katherine: "White is Space for silence in a noisy world. It gives us room to breathe." "White is what you have before you have anything, and it is also what you have left when you've given everything away. It reflects; it makes you face yourself. It mimics the space inside your head. White hints at the endless possibilities." "White lets us hear our thoughts more clearly." - Robert Ryman And, today's SF Gate Morning Fix by Mark Morford (one of my idols) was a Best of 2002 edition. A few of my favorites from the year (trust me, they're worth the read): Lick My Aquarius Rising The five brightest planets visible from Earth have lined up in plain sight to form a spectacular celestial array that won't be seen again until 2040. Through the next four weeks, Jupiter, Mars, Mercury, Saturn and Venus will appear tightly clustered in the western sky, forming a knot of planets that can be viewed in the evening despite the glow of light-soaked cities, and sending innumerable astrologers into orgasmic tizzies of giddy interpretive musings the likes of which won't be seen again until Uranus re-enters Aquarius just after mounting Taurus in your fifth house of the Capricornian moon, and we all know how painful that can be especially if Venus refuses to lubricate the Mars ruler when Saturn slips firmly but unexpectedly into your rising Sagittarius without even asking your Aries sun sign, who pretty much thought you were doing fine and now wonders why you feel the need to swoon all over your Pisces ascendent. Bitch. Oh Boy More Fear And Gluttony Whee Dark stormclouds of sadness and pain passed over the collective soul of the United States and indeed much of the universe today as the Republican Party won control of American government and will hence have much less trouble passing more invidious laws that further its adorably sniveling and very, very mean-spirited agenda of war, big business, corporate inbreeding, heartlessness, artlessness, cultural degradation, homophobia, misogyny, racism, fear, dread, gluttony, and uptight sexless puling about everything that doesn't gibe with rich whitebread Americana doctrines of money and power or vague karmic misery and sneering fear of anyone who makes less than six figures or has genuine orgasms or really loves the environment or personal freedom or alternative viewpoints or laughter. "Hail Satan!" giggled a heavily shellacked Elizabeth Dole as she stepped into Jesse Helms' crusty, moldy, homophobic pink slippers. "Let the Dark Days begin!" Please Do Not Imagine The President's Colon President Bush ran three miles and took a walk in the woods with the first lady Sunday, resuming an active schedule after his colonoscopy. The president and his oddly creepy automaton of a wife also attended church services at the chapel at the presidential retreat, where Laura secretly prayed for a chaps-wearing, bare-assed Rumsfeld to come to her yet again in her deepest hottest hip-grinding dreams and whisk her away on his big black stallion to the land of fuzzy blue fairies and happy bunnies and very large veiny dildos shaped like Pez dispensers. "I feel great," Bush said shortly after his Marine One helicopter landed on the South Lawn of the White House, as each and every Marine on board felt that tinge of deep humiliation they always feel when they look at their wimp-ass commander in chief as he exits the aircraft. "I got up this morning and went for a nice run, went to church, gutted some environmental protection laws in the name of oil, embarrassed the nation for roughly the ten thousandth time by stumbling over even the most innocuous complex idea in front of foreign ambassadors while chuckling like a semi-comatose chicken, thought long and hard about my funny anal probe and realized I haven't checked Jenna's head for ticks in at least a week, and somehow managed to doze off standing up while Powell was going on and on about some war thing or other." Heaven, I Need A Hot Teen Slut Grammy winner R. Kelly, who's fighting criminal charges that he videotaped himself having sex with an underage girl, is singing a new song addressing the controversy. The song, "Heaven, I Need A Hug," debuted this week on Chicago radio station WGCI-FM. No, seriously. That's the name of the song. Heaven, I Need a Hug. Because there's just nothing cuter than seeing a debauched pop star suddenly seek out the ol' Jesus defense via a horrible pop ballad after being busted knocking it out with a teenage groupie or after seeing his sales drop like a stone. The song's original title, "Christ, Where Did I Put That Extra Gram of Blow" was just too long, and "Jesus, I Could Really Use a Good Exfoliating Cream," wasn't considered sufficiently radio-friendly. Why Is No One Talking About The Walking Meat-Eating Fish Nearly 100 meat-eating fish native to China have been found in a Maryland pond where a pet owner dumped two of them in 2000, state officials said Friday amid concern that the fish will become a major threat to native species. The situation is of special concern to authorities because the Little Patuxent River is about 75 yards from the pond, and, much like Jenna Bush, northern snakeheads can live three days out of water and even walk short distances on their fins in search of food. Much like self-righteous religious dogma, the northern snakehead can grow to be 3 feet long and has a voracious appetite. Much like stories about the age of deep space particles or a slight increase in machine tool orders for Q2, no one has any real idea what to do with this sort of information, and like most media tidbits, will file it under the "mostly forgettable scattershot effluvia" sub-basement of their minds, maybe clinging onto it for a little longer than normal simply because this fish can leave the water for three friggin' days and can walk on its fins and eats meat, whoa, say what, like what the hell is that all about. Wednesday, December 18, 2002
"Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely? I'll follow you." - Ryan Adams Tuesday, December 17, 2002
my jealousy and awe of incredible writers continues. it's amazing the effect a few words can have. a few tasty and telling excerpts from "You Shall Know Our Velocity" by Dave Eggers: "Only on sand like this did I ever feel like I could sleep forever, did I feel that sleep could be a destination, like a warm island full of food." "Only the most blessed of little people yells hello across an empty field to strangers with dirty clothes." "His eyes were liquid with feeling." blows my mind sometimes to the level at which some things can affect me. lauren pinned it perfectly when she made an observation that applies to the both of us. "i am so at the whim of my stimulus." 
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