2000-12-27

hey readers. its me. here i am. whhoooo wee. well im at work and my boss is jerk, and stress is tiring and sleepy eyes are closing. but have no fear, faithful ones! tomorrow is a good healthy day of nothing to do. cept go out into town and meet christen and her hubby and her daddy who are coming to the city for a day. she lives in calgary now. where you have to be crazy to live because it s so damn cold.

well, xmas was very subdued and very dramatic at the same time. it was interesting. ive been considering a lot lately how the 90's were. that is, what is the legacy of the 1990's? as a decade, how do we define them?

irony. irony so much it hurts. till we were gagging on it. that and media blitzes gone to an all new extreme. everything is cushioned in the myth of how aware we are, how stylish we are. this country is sterile, as sterile as a castrati! as anticepticated as can be. this land is a land of confusion, genesis (a la phil collings) predicted it just right! "Superman where are you now?"

the hope and the dream is in the Other. in the Marginalized. But that s a fabrication of whitemansburdon. ive got a lot to say but am too tired to think it out and put it into any relevant or logical system. so its not gonna come out right, and that kind of irks me. but, hey, i did enough to day.

the world is too strange. im pretty happy, i guess, to be alive.