Posted on June 26, 2003 in Book of Days Poems
“You made your bed: you lie in it”
My mother used to say to me.
Posted on June 26, 2003 in Poems
….Perhaps I should build that
plywood cabin in Mexico, mould a little figure of me
out of amaranth dough, crucify it on mesquite,
and spend a hermit’s life praying to my patron saint
as a way of passing obscurity.
Posted on June 26, 2003 in Liberty
When the USSR was extant, I used to call it a giant corporation that owned everything. Conservatives whimpered: we had capitalism, we were free, it was different.
Posted on June 26, 2003 in Crosstalk War
The most frightening thing we can say to others is “You will be disassimilated!
Posted on June 26, 2003 in Paranoids Pointers Strange
NAZI: Sure. (long pause) Are you going to send me a copy of this, because it’s coming out really bizarre.
Posted on June 24, 2003 in Biomes Book of Days Travels - Past
I remember a night at Organ Pipe Cactus NM when I walked out to the edge of the campground, starchart in hand, partly to see what I could make out of the distant suns overhead, partly to leave Lynn resting in peace.
Posted on June 24, 2003 in Crosstalk Culture
I do not pay to advertise someone else’s product.
Posted on June 24, 2003 in Crosstalk Culture
I shall probably die without ever having seen Rocky Horror. I might read a Harry Potter book some summer if there’s nothing else around. At the present, I have no plans of watching Survivor or Episodes 1 through 3 of Star Bores