the doldrums.: sometimes I can't help myself

it is not Thursday, September 23, 2004.

it's not just you. we all (at one point or another) desire peanut residue- covered- salt- covered- chocolate- covered raisins.

topavia did not say:: ;) at least if i am losing it, you're losing it too.

hey matt, do you think it's ok for Mommies to wear fishnets to the skating rink? gosh, i hope so.; @ 9/23/2004 01:27:00 PM

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mAtt did not say:: only if the mommy in question is a hot mommy.

WIFE if you're reading this I can safely say what I just said because she and I are on opposite sides of the country and we'll never ever meet and our ages are also substantially far apart plus her kids intimidate me because they are smarter than I am so basically it would never work.; @ 9/23/2004 01:36:00 PM

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do not post a comment (or not).

do not go home (the grass is always greener).

culture.
knowledge.
humour.
nuance.
happy/sad.
dead cities.
fine cuisine.
schizophrenia^3.
brevity.
simplicity.
reality.

communication.

pay any attention
to that man
behind the curtain.

adbusters (always).
cryptonomicon.
the dark tower.

mindless computer silliness.
outraged liberal backlash.
excellent fake music.
silly little objects.

links to me.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back anymore--the feeling that I could last forever,

outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love,

to vain effort--to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in a handful of dust,

the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires--

and expires, too soon, too soon--before life itself.

[joseph conrad]