signiing off for the rest of the month...taking a well deserved vacation at Hilton Head Island, South Carolina Lots of golf courses and no 'mafiaboy' types around.
I am Canadian!!!!

(figure only a few will get the significance of that)

recalling the summer I spent on Hilton Head Island, S.C. being an actress, and probably before it became the overdevelopment it probably now is: the bunk beds, the trailers, the beach at night, the frogs that went "maaaaa," Joni Mitchell's "For Free" which for some reason will always be associated in my mind with the beach at sunset, dope, the bad lobsters we were served by the hotel, perhaps in retaliation for our performances, smoking leftover cigarette butts and eating rolls off the tables of the departed audience, the long, long walk in a straight line to get to the package store, passing out on the long long walk back, mono, Ismo, the abandoned house and the love letter i found it it which i still have somewhere

waiting for my hair to dry...somehow I'm always waiting for something to happen, or making everything happen in a flurry of an instant, then waiting for the consequences to catch up to me.

going to escort a crew from 60 Minutes next Wednesday.

wondering if, tomorrow, i'll remember anything that happened during the last 5 or 6 minutes

listening to edgard varese's "ionisation" on the radio. a scratchy old record on which varese actually plays.

alone in the office today. Spent all day yesterday in the archives looking at tax records. I need to go back again next week. I always hate the last little bits of work that need to be done before you can put your report together.

Ever have your electric alarm clock not go off, even though it was set correctly? That happened this morning. I can't figure out why. I'm still playing catch up with the day.

Gonna register for the Industrial Archaeology Conference in Duluth today - lot of old friends gonna be there. Gonna go on the brewery tour and the underground mine tour (I LOVE underground mine tours). Gonna get real drunk as well, is my guess.

listening to phish prove why no band should bother trying to do jane's addiction covers.

fucking miserable, that.



is today over yet?

i want my bartender.

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wondering how my earlier WAYD got lost.

Trying to get motivated to get back to work on this figures. I need to scan acouple mreo things and I am so sick of this, I could puke. Only staying here until 2pm today though - halleu-Jah!

waiting for the thunderstorm and blackness, and eating stuffed mushrooms, blackened fish, black beans, and rice. Good way to break a fast, huh?

Ah, there's the earlier post.

Yeah, I heard the latest set of Phish covers and was decidedly unimpressed. I'd expect better out of a band that talented, but maybe they're coasting.

sun is shining big time hear, very hard to work right now...soon I go pump some iron.

on a highway to hell.

that's right.

i can't stop listening to AC/DC.

people are starting to look at me funny.

looking at the ultrasound of my next neice/nephew.

odd looking little thing.

Can you make out the tail?

Wishing Iggy Pop a happy birthday.

planning to go to Spaceland for Iggy's birthday rockathon Sat.!!!!!

I am just chillin at my computer. And watchin Batman Beyond.

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going to bed early. gotta get up at 6 a.m. to drive all the way out to the country. you guys, i've been selected to compete in the first island-wide outrigger paddling races of the 2000 season. i'm so excited. wish me luck!

brewing coffee.

coffee is better than love.

I'm representing reality (discourse, rhetoric and social construction, by Jonathan Potter).

No I'm not.

I'm cursing my mother for not wanting to drive 5 minutes down the road to pick me up at the train station tonight. She's already picking my uncle up at the station at noon today, and she doesn't want to make another trip. It's 5 minutes away.

5 minutes.

good luck sarah.


My email is doing this very odd and annoying thing where it keeps sending me all the messages I got on the 20th, over and over.

it may be blocking new messages, but I am not certain.

yes, the weekends are slow here at sorabji.com ... seems like only the folks in the flyover are stirring.

going to sleep with a plastic bag by my head

why?

i am working graveyard.

happy easter.

back from the zoo and throwing in "boys don't cry" for a nightcap.

opening credits remind me of ike's old rendition of that car's song.

" i don't mind you coming here... and doing all my lines... "

uh-huh.

just what i needed.

pondering flyover? flyunder? flyopener? flycatcher? flypaper? all depends on how you arrange the feet while you wait for the coroner to show up. And so a Happy Easter, a belated Passover, a happy race to you Sarah, and a happy end of the weekend to us all, sure.

jacked on caffiene and ritz pb sandwiches

this is how I feel:

YIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI

Email is fixed - hooray!

making myself a new mixtape -side a is all covers of Marley tunes ( including Ziggy Marley, Kevin Haskins, Stiff Little Fingers, Johnny Nash, stuff from the Chant Down Babylon disc, Charlie Hunter Quartet, Material, and Finley Quaye), while the otherside is a mix of Reggae Bands doing covers and non-reggae bands covering reggae.

Seems an appropriate thing to do for the Spring Fertility Festival (easter to most folks).

The etymology of easter comes from Astarte, a middle eastern fertility goddess. I love in a sardonic way all the pagan trappings that modern Christians (probably unconsciously) include in their religious holidays - eggs, rabbits, pine trees with lights. Not to mention all the Christian holidays that happen to coincide with old pagan ones (xmas, Easter, All Saints Day). It's really amazing how the two big events in Jesus' life that people celebrate just happened to fall on pagan holidays. That guy must have been a scheduling wiz.

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actually it was the Emperor Aurelian in 274 AD who moved the birth of Jesus (from a historical July date) to December to coincide with the festival of the Sun. You can compare the stories of Tammuz (Mesopotamia), Attis (Asia Minor), Apollo and Dionysus (Greece), Mithras (Rome), and Baal (Palestine) all born at the time of the winter solstice and having profound effect on the development of the story of the birth of Christ.

Easter, well that's another story ... but one of the very few Christian celebrations whose timing is still tied to the phases of the moon.

Sem, is Fell really Von Daniken? I didn't know that. Thanks.

well, they're not the same guy, but in the same boat, if you get my drift.

just found my first post, way back on 1/23/99. Funny, I felt like I had been here longer, but I guess not.

at work. i have to do it. so why am i not doing it. do it and get it over. only it's never over. there's just more. always more. work.

Aw, Nelly. I feel your pain.

eating an onion sandwich. i picked up a taste for them when i was a kid (like 3rd grade or so) and one of my english books with a name like "rainbow" or something had a book called "onion sandwiches."

my recipe is much different from the original. keep cut white onions in a coffee can with a little coffee in it. even though the onions are wrapped, they get infused with a subtle coffee taste and aroma. slather two slices of bread (french bread is good) with tangy mayonaisse and layer onion slices on one side. sprinkle with celery salt.

have it with a beer.

Droopy's onion sandwich made me crave a tomato sandwich, which I started eating after I read my first Harriet the Spy book. Mayonnaise, salt, and pepper. Mmmmm. And, umm, tomatoes of course.

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just now realizing that 4/23(damn!) has come and gone without me really taking any notice.

i've been waiting to be released from the emotional tyranny of that date's significance for a few years now.

so now i revel in this psychogenic emancipation.

all praise due to my mojo.

let the new damage begin.

damn, all this talk of of sandwhiches is making me crave an ass sandwhich.

i started eating ass sandwhiches after reading "i was a teenage ass sandwhich eater" in fourth grade.

my recipe is simple. slather an ass with man mayonaise.

discard.

make a sandwhich.

hoping I won't poop out in the middle of my workout, casue I spent the afternoon digging holes.

totally pooped out of the workout, I din't even try. Way too tired to do any good.

bleah.

Narcaleptic.

Well, a little bit. Sitting at work, struggling to keep at least one eye open at a time.

Lusting after coffee.

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going to sleep:
perchance to dream of nate's ass.

woke up, confused. I wasn't in bed, but instead in some odd place. The ground was cracked, pale earth, like there had been a drought. What looked like large tree tunks, except with out branches and drooping to the side, surrounded me. A dark valley was ahead of me, and a vast plain behind. What seemed to be insects the size of Labrador Retrievers scuttled about, chunks of the ground in their mandibles. A vague agricultural smell hung in the air. Then it struck me.

I was on Nate's ass.

thinking...JesusMonteFuckingCHRISTO!!!


you guys need some serious churchin....all this talk about ass........

,,,well I Never!


Nate, still on for our playdate in May?

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eating a ham and cheese sandwich and still on for a date with 60 Minutes tomorrow.

On a french roll.

back in from a site visit...found my first projectile point today, a tiny Archaic chert point.

When I was just a baby, my mother told me squirt, always chip projectiles, but don't ever play with Chert. Well I dropped a head in Chaco, now they know my name. If I hadn't been extincted, I wouldn't feel this shame.

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checking out that vendor's ass

trying to get drunk on wine coolers.

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riding the wave. remembering the speak & spell device. reading about biotech and blue chip mutual funds. planning to move from this apartment as soon as my credit clears (in 2005). sitting in the kitchen and listening to the refrigerator and the clock left here by the previous resident.

is heaving a sigh..yet another black youth "proves" via his behaviour to every racsist creep just itching for a chance to slam minorities, that these kinds of examples are valid in making their evil,twisted claims seem viable. Gun-less, non-gang kids who help their mothers and don't shoot folks at The National Zoo are invisible for disproving the negatives some folks would like to believe about them.

It's sping here in DC, albeit a wet one, think I'll visit the zoo soon.

just sent a handful of gay men and women to DC....heads up.....

squirt! that used to be my absolute favorite soda. do they still make that stuff? YUM. so acidic it would burn right through any hangover instantly.

i ate a chocolate square and sushi last night, and two beers and one cider and one margarita. and then i got laid. in that exact order. it was ok.

almost got out of doing an additional section for my report today, but the Ho-Chunk representative got back to me right after my boss and I decided that we gave them enough opportunity to get back to us on collaborating, and shit-canned that section. Now It's a go again. Ever feel like you do three times the work of your colleagues?

on KREM channel 2 tonight and maybe on 60 Minutes whenever they get around to airing.

waiting to call the Ho-Chunk Cultural Resources Division, praying I don't get another runaround.

back....

ahhhh...sweet jeezus.

Recognizing some names; not recognizing others.

But still - back.

For the time being anyway.

Procrastinating.

Also, I must report: if you feel yourself succumbing to a cold, do yourselves a favor and get those little zinc lozenges. My colds usually last 1 week plus, and this time it's been 3 days and it's already going away. Plus, the symptoms are a lot less severe than they usually are. Just remember not to eat the lozenges on an empty stomach, like I did this morning, because they'll nauseate you.

I hate nausea. I'd rather be in pain.

listening to a friend's demo...contemplating what to do this weekend, besides my laundry. I don't want to spend a bunch of money,so perhaps I will just wander around. The problem with that is, I usually end up wandering into a bookstore...

going crazy. too much shit to do. photo shoot at 3, must see wife's assistant's designs at an exhibit tonight, another opening at Wacko, LA River art show tomorrow along the banks of the river in Frog Town, make out with the wife, process film from today, watch hockey, eat the rest of my space brownies.........sheeeeesh!

let me off at the next stop please

finally went to see the doctor about the persistent sensations in my left abs...couldn't find anything in the physical he gave me (clean bill of health otherwise), so MOndya I go for an ultrasound - should be interesting as I have never had one before. I am prepared to make jokes about "seeing the baby".
Had a tetanus shot too, on the grounds that if I couldn't remember the last one, it was time for one. gonna go check out the movie selection at the video store for another sat. timekiller, perhaps, or maybe for sunday afternoon.

ah shit sem that's what i had.

they stuck pipes up my ass. if it gets to that point, get a second opinion.

watching tv. it's the same stuff. still.

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No shit, Nate? I will keep that in mind.

No way are they sticking tubes up my ass unless my life is at stake.

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it's not so bad, and in the process you have to get really cleaned out and feel purified. and hungry.

it's the one where you have to swallow the white stuff that looks like milk but isn't that i wouldn't have done if i had known...

shit. the upper GI is nothing compared to the lower GI.

they stick this pipe up your ass and start pumping the very same milky white stuff into your bowels.

then they tell you to hold it in best you can while they manipulate you all over the table.

but the best you can, you know, it just isn't as good as you'd like.

then you do a penguin walk over to the toilet and paint the bowl.

it is pretty fucking nasty.

the upper GI you just lay there and suck barium milkshake through a straw. it's really not that bad.

but you shit white after that.

which is neat.

i love anything that changes the color of my outputs.

Thinking y'all spend WAY too much time thinking abt Nate's ass around here!


Wondering what PJ's up to.


Deciding that after the $$ I blew last nite on bad booze/I shall reform from my newly-adopted habit of going out to drink & return to buying my own booze & making my own 'Ritas at home.

Let 'em come to my crib if they wanna drink w/me.

Right, Six?

siding with Nate on the issue of which procedure is a better experience.

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for my AOL Mailbox Flag
to PopUP. Can anyone Send me some EMAIL ?
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listless.

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Performing damage control. A full hard drive is not a pretty thing. My website suffered.
Also, trying to find a place to live. I'm starting to get worried. School is going to end, and they boot your ass out of the dorm the very second classes end. yipe.
I feel like I should be packing... but I don't want to.

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Thinking that Brother on the cell phone at LAX looks remarkably like my former across-the-hall neighbor from when I lived in Queens.

Thinking that Brother on the cell phone at LAX looks remarkably like my former across-the-hall neighbor from when I lived in Queens.

Still surfing web. Waiting for my AOL Mailbox Flag to POP-UP.
Can u send me some EMAIL
Robert Ray
214-275-4206

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