011005 I’m more likely to be jealous of someone who’s just a LITTLE bit better than me, than of someone who’s way out of my league. 011105 I LOVE this computer, man (“Wallstreet” G3). It’s the computer I should have gotten in the first place. But maybe not. 011205 Big, big pieces of poop! Are falling on my head! Oh, big, big pieces of poop, da da da da da da, falling, on my, HEAD!!!!!!! 011705 The pathos of Megan’s broken little pink glasses isn’t, thank god, pathos to her, I believe. While I cringe to recall the image of her coming into the kitchen saying, “Can you help me put them on?” with the mangled frames in her little outstretched hand, to her the question was probably purely practical, simple; a physical conundrum only; a curiosity. To her, I’m willing to bet, the event was just another in her daily routine of questioning and finding out--not, as it was to me, one fraught with human frailty, vulnerability, and the tenuousness of innocence. I NEVER should have installed the “Gauge Pro.” Now I’m obsessed with the computer’s internal temperature. It’s hot. Boy, is it hot. Okay? Satisfied? Now use it until it dies, fuckface, like you would have if you hadn’t known that. 012005 Onja vai, onja vem. Onja pequeno no mata ninguem. Last night Sapo said I sound like James Taylor. *grinning lavishly* My goal is not so much to make myself a better artist, but to help make “the world” a better artist. 012105 Ya know, amidst all the specious analyses, petulant grievances, and affectations of jadedness, it’s nice sometimes to remember that the Internet is totally fucking cool and amazing. We’d better love it and use it while it’s still (relatively) free. 012205 OMSATIGO. Well, I’m here. Had my first caf sesh with the Pup Dog. It was okay. Managed to duck and swirl through the chaos fog of guilt She sent after me. Hey, it’s tough to fit everything in. Gotta do what you gotta do, and all that shit. Well, OMSATIGO. Cheers. 012605 Seems I’m kind of on an OMSATIGO holding pattern. This time it’s to class. Though. It’s cold outside. It’s a little chilly inside. But not too bad. We’ll make it. Duck inside my Closet Sized Bookstore in Podunk. You’ll see. We have ways of generating heat. 012705 One thing about blogging: it’s a surefire way to alert many of us to the fact that we have, really, very little to say. 012805 I wish I could be a lesbian. Hmm. How to be queer, in this time, in my life, in my body, today? I guess that’s my new assignment. Again. Even relatively favorable prevailing moral standards do not alone suffice to give an individual a “spine.” (On the contrary, they may stand as an obstacle!) I conclude: for one of my particular mannerism, demeanor, habit and taste, 9, despite its technological and cosmetic limitations, remains a more inherently poetic Mac OS than X (and, probably, the most poetic of any Mac OS). Other platforms I have neither inclination nor sufficient experience to judge.