Monthly Archives: December 2000

It’s so completely oh-so-quiet still & peaceful outside, through my slice of window by this keyboard, no one at all moving in the courtyard and the snow piled everywhere and some Christmas lights are still on out there. I have … Continue reading →

I couldn’t work today on account of being sick. I really wanted to, I mean, I hated to just everyone there high & dry on the busiest Sunday before Christmas. Couldn’t do it though. I’ve napped & read & stayed … Continue reading →

A foot of snow on the way. Whiteness blows everywhere. Listening to Radiohead, “Kid A.” Pretty perfect wintertime album. Albeit a bleak one. Zach insists that it’s a hopeful album though. “It’s about taking control of your life, your environment,” … Continue reading →

I’m always writing on here late at night. Why’s that? Listening to some 1958 jazz before bed. Cold outside. Got the window cracked open because otherwise we’ll roast in here. That decaf is surprisingly good. Black. Work early. I think … Continue reading →

Last night I dreamed I was backstage with Dolly Parton. It was to be her first public appearance after restoring her breasts to their previous size; she had recently undergone a surgery to undo the effects of her previous breast … Continue reading →

I haven’t had any coffee, but my mind is racing like crazy. It must be the long phone calls that I’ve had this evening combined with the non-stop Christmas music I’ve been playing. And yet I’m sleepy too. And I … Continue reading →

I’m typing a few words before bed while Andy lies on my bed reading “Glamorama,” by Brett Easton Ellis. He’s never read an Ellis before, but already he’s burst out laughing a few times. He just started it. I have … Continue reading →