Wednesday, January 30, 2002

I've been surfing for web community links all day. I wanted to include a blog link or two, but I realized that blog communities are really weird. It seems like they're all super specialized small intense bursts of social activity. This versus a site like Mac Fix It or something where they have hundreds upon hundreds of users that show up every day or so, log in, and help other people.

Web communities are the bomb.

Tuesday, January 29, 2002

oh yeah, check out my sister (second from the right) on the cover of last sunday's Star Tribune.
I find ordinary fiction relatively boring. That is, unless it brings something else to the table. Probably the most common "other" thing a book can bring to me is beautiful prose. Poetic prose even. The one I'm reading now does this well. It's funny even. Funny is good too.

When I write, I should think about this issue more. Not when I write here. That's not what I mean. This is more of a journal really. I mean when I write stories and stuff. When I write boring prose, it should be poetic. Or funny. It can be funny too.

I'd rather write science fiction.

Last friday I saw William Shatner right here in Minnesota. He was promoting the release of his movie (he directed and starred it in) called "Shoot or be shot." I didn't see the movie, in fact, we didn't even know he was going to be there. It was weird. He seems nice. He's short. I didn't shake hands with him or anything, just watched from 10 feet for a few minutes.
it has just struck me as extremely unlikely that anything as sophisticated as a CD player would ever get invented. I am amazed. Dumbstruck even. How is it possible? How is this awe possible? Am I crazy? Is it really amazing, or what?

The wonders of modern technology.

Monday, January 28, 2002

caviar on crackerjacks.

I'm inflated and frozen today. Work is a steaming pile of horse dongle, complete with tapeworms.

Now I will go juggle until my arms are sore and my legs numb from bending to pick up clubs. DAMNIT! I forgot a t-shirt today. I'll be juggling bare-chested. I'm so hot.