1. Monday, April 7, 2003

    got home today and it was sunny thanks to daylight savings time 

    so i walked to the undercover xbi post office. it’s disguised as a massage parlor. you need an appointment.

    hadnt been there in a while and lo, two nice gifts. one was a nice postcard from a girl who signed her name and lipstick kissed it.

    the other was a package with a local free weekly, one polaroid, a printed picture, an xray of several teeth, and a copy of a birth certificate. and a very sweet letter with penmanship that obviously took a lot of time to master.

    im not worried about anthrax any more. homeland security has our backs.

    talked on the phone with several people. chatted with several more. for some reason im opening up more. how long will this last? hours, if we’re lucky.

    im watching american in paris. not for the singing or dancing. for oscar levant.

    i was reading his book not too long ago, memoirs of an amnesiac. loved it. that guy was so funny. terribly smart. brilliant pianist. gershwin’s drinking buddy. always had hot chicks even though he was never confused for handsome.

    do you know im getting carpal again?

    do you know i dont give a fuck.

    talked to a guy about bukowski today who said that he didnt like him because he sounded too much like hemingway.

    never heard that objection before, but how do you argue around it?

    i was reading crime and punishment on the bus today. made it to page five and realized that everything they taught me at santa barbara was right. the russians knew it all. they have all the secrets. they were on to something.

    remember when the bicyclist from breaking away started talking italian to his momma and poppa. i suck at languages, so i will settle for wanting to write like the russians.

    theyre going to be tougher to steal from than hem and buk and royko and ee and jd and sukenick.

    its not as easy to see their brush strokes, to see their source code, to steal their signs, to esp their most innermost thoughts.

    ive seen the prettiest girl at the xbi now four days in a row and every time all i can do is smile like a retard.

    you have no idea how terrible my hair is growing in, or not growing in, depending on where youre looking.

    went to dennys and they gave me the senior citizens menu.

    cubs got snowed out of their home opener today at wrigley.

    just another sign that hell is freezing over and the cubs are going all the way.

    sorority girl in handcuffs + watch alecia turn legal + ham fisted theatrics