January 2005

No, I actually don’t work much for a living, most days. Of course, when we do work, we work. Just not today. Hence my increasing restlessness.

Cause nobody’s gonna know why it’s inappropriate or understand how it effects you to hear this crap all the goddamn time until you get up off your ass in protest and scream at the top of your lungs . You’ve got to speak the fuck up.

From Pound (ignore the stereotyping a moment): Maybe one night sometime in the future I will be in the parking lot of a Miami nightclub minding my own business, when a well-known rap artist and/or producer and/or promoter extraordinaire will step out of the building escorted by several bodyguards at the precise moment a late-model

Secretary of State. Black woman. And yea, she’s a ball-buster. She’s smart. She’s brutal. She’ll kick your ass. First black woman to hold the post. Second woman. In the history of the US. I don’t want to say “good for you” because she’s done it with a foreign policy I don’t agree with, and an

Actually, what I found interesting about this study is that they didn’t break up the results based on the gender/sex of the teen. I’m not sure how to read that. More significantly, they didn’t ask about “safe” sex – when teens choose to have sex, how much time do you spend thinking about contraception, what

E-MAIL SHORTHAND THAT CIVIL WAR SOLDIERS WOULD LIKELY HAVE USED IN LETTERS HOME HAD THE TECHNOLOGY BEEN AVAILABLE TO THEM. REJECTION LETTERS FROM XAVIER’S SCHOOL OF EXCEPTIONAL YOUTH: Dear Sarah “Fan Girl” Williams, We regret to inform you that you have not been selected as a member of this year’s class. Being able to recite,

Idiots. I love Amanda: ___________________________ Excerpt: “As I figured, the ad for Plan B in Tuesday’s Daily Texan would generate at least one outraged letter from a male conservo-virgin. He didn’t go so far as accuse the Texan of trying to screw his chances at marriage, but he does come very, very close.” I expect

I’m moving to Switzerland. Good night.

Beer. Thai food. Pirates of the Caribbean. Yea, for those keeping track: I’m supposed to be in kickboxing class tonight. Work is still playing downtime. My head hurts. Overwhelmed by Life, the Universe and Everything. Getting some great angsting done. Gotta do that sometime. Sleep well, wake up tomorrow, get back on track. So it

Alice Sebold’s The Lovely Bones is a book my buddy Julian kept trying to get me to read. It’s about a teenage girl – raped and then murdered – who narrates the book from a sort of “heaven” as she watches her family survive, live, love, in the wake of her death. I put off