saw "mighty aphrodite" the other day. not bad. what a lotta boobs.

dreamed a few nights ago that the united stated was being bombed by arab extremists. there were mushroom clouds going up all over the place. i and 70,000 other people were in a stadium in atlanta, watching the olympics. we saw explosions going off all the way in detroit and montana, but the games carried on and no one bothered to run screaming.

need a vacation. haven't had a vacation in 2 years. this feels like the "standard work-a-day exhaustion" i was diagnosed with a few years ago at another job. i never believed that diagnosis for a second, but was too tired to go get a second opinion. now there's just not enough time for a first opinion.

getting all kinds of inaccurate invoices from insurance companies and blood labs, saying i owe hundreds and hundreds of dollars. it's just not true. can't afford to pay this stuff anyway, so they can send all the bills they want. i could keep them as a chronicle of mounting vehemence and outright anger on the part of the insurance companies and other parties.

still have a cardkey from a hotel room i stayed at in boston a few weeks ago. this side up: insert and remove at once. turn handle to open. PLEASE RETURN THIS KEYCARD TO THE CASHIER WHEN YOU CHECK OUT. instructions on the back in english, french, spanish, japanese and italian.

that was a crappy hotel. noisy and ugly, i could hear the people in the next room kicking and wriggling about.

at a motel somewhere in north or south carolina, i was walking to the ice machine when i inadvertantly looked toward a window and saw a woman performing oral sex on a man. the curtain in their room was opened just a little bit. couldn't help but stop and stare for just one second, just to be sure it was what i thought. but then i moved on. thought of a friend from college who said that when he was in the 8th grade his friends took him to the attic of a building and told him to look through a hole in the floor. when he looked through the hole he was looking down into a toilet. and right as he looked through the hole an elderly woman sat down on the throne. he called it "the throne," he said, because that is what the toilet was called for his entire life up until the 9th grade. he had never heard it called anything else.

20 March, 1996 10:28:57 PM
it's a couple of days later. i've been sleeping almost continuously since friday night. went to work tuesday and fell asleep twice. no one seems to have noticed.

bought the beatles anthology volume 2. this live recording of "Yesterday" from 1965 is one of the strangest things i've ever heard. it's the very familiar song, quiet and as eloquent as any song ever written. and paul's crooning away, but any time he stops to take a breath there's this frenzied screaming from the audience. it's like someone peeled away a tiny piece of that idyllic song exposing the rages of hell. tonight, i've listened to this recording over and over and over. and then when the song ends the audience bursts into the same horrendous screaming. i don't think fellini could have made something this strange. some of the other songs on this CD sound an awful lot like peter & gordon. but the more i listen to these songs which include john lennon's dubbed-in voice the more disgusted i get. how could they do something like that? it's bad enough that some of us will never know what it was like for the beatles to have been in one place at one time, but tacking together bits and pieces like this only sickens whatever energy the idea of a beatles reunion ever had for me. i know others have done this. joni mitchell. somehow that seems different.

also bought a 4-CD set of concert recordings by Egon Petri. haven't listened to any of it yet. haven't even taken the plastic wrap off of it. i have a lot of CDs which have been on my shelves for months in the same condition as when i brought them home. pricetag and everything. Horowitz at the Met, and a Shirley Horn CD among others.