Tuesday, July 6, 2004 Today’s awesome word wank: the subtle shades between odorous, odiferous, and odoriferous. Thursday, July 8, 2004 Yeah. Launchbar is pretty freakin cool. Wednesday, July 14, 2004 Ive got something to do, but I dont know how to do it. Although, Ill say this much: its definitely time to start purifying the water. God, I would love to smoke right now. Im not going to; Im just saying. Saturday, July 17, 2004 I just want to say, for the record, because Im a dork but Im pretty excited right now, green-yellow and feeling momentarily legitimate, that I did a back handspring today. Thank you very much. 7/19/04 Once again I feel compelled to admit: despite its many flaws, I like MS Word. Call me tupit. Plus and also, I kinda dig this macally mouse that came with meggies iMac. It has a very distinctive clik! 7/20/04 My House, my rooms are all in disorder. 7/21/04 Yeah, well, a garden of weeds, what isnt. Were broke. The bank has us in its humiliation device. And yet I continue to want to play. Its no joke: WRITING is all about AUTHORITY! I guess Im still more naive than I had thought: I knew you cant trust the government, and I knew you cant trust the corporations, but Im actually pretty shocked to learn you cant even trust the banks with your own money. 7/22/04 At the beach yesterday I did back handsprings unassisted. Yay me. dfk sdfkjsdhf ksjdhf ksjdhf ksjdhf ksdjhf ksjdhf ksjdhf ksjdhf ksjdhf ksjdhf ksjdhf ksj. Ding ding ding ding. Ding ding ding ding. 7/23/04 To the tai chi conundrum about bulldozers and rain we can cheerfully introduce: the computer! what a strange representation of that deceptive bug power is she! When youre a young shit, trying it out for the first time, you think, astonished, so this is what a woman tastes like! It doesnt occur to you to be more precise: This is what one particular woman tastes like! until later.... FWIW: I prefer to evoke rather than to capture spirits. The latter may be impossible anyway. (We can only hope.) Certain ones Bump its Button, While others Dont You know, it certainly feels good, when I land at the beach and start walking towards a certain little crowd on the grass or flipping about on the sand, to hear men and boys call out raggedly and heartily to me, Pirata!!! Its no hyperbole to say, its a dream come true. 7/27/04 Okay, snarklepuss, its time for bed. Thursday, July 29, 2004 I’m sick. Say I’m sick. Kiss my ass. Anyhoo, my wife makes fun of me cuz I get mad when certain components of the COMPUTER SYSTEM do not work. Are broken. Fuck up. But, see, the reason I get mad is that the SYSTEM is SUPPOSED to be this microcosm where I actually have some control, can set things just the way I want them, can rely on my surroundings. Pathetically Virtual though they may be. I guess that’s silly. I’m silly. Say I’m silly. Kiss my willy. I probably mentioned this before, but my wife said one time, “If computers worked all the time, then they would rule us, so it’s a good thing they don’t always work.” She’s pretty smart. God I want to smoke. I want to smoke. I want to smoke. I want to smoke so bad it’s like nine hard slick inches wobbling right out in front of my nose. I can smell the spit on it. The reason I sound like I don’t want to hang out is that you always begin every invitation with “what time are you going to be done with work,” as if you feel it’s necessary to trick me into admitting that I’ll have time before revealing what it is you want me to do. I would rather hear what you have in mind before myself revealing when I’m going to be free. Saturday, July 31, 2004 The house is a fucking mess. Of course. Stith.