March 13, 2003
L. Ron Hubbard would have turned 92 today. Let's all take a moment to reflect on what Ron gave to us.

"A civilization without insanity, without criminals and without war, where the able can prosper and honest beings can have rights, and where man is free to rise to greater heights, are the aims of Scientology."
- L. Ron Hubbard

2/25/03
This morning begins like all the rest, but the smell has only gotten worse. How I long for a touch of honey in my tea. Just a drop will do Mrs. Thurlow!

I don't know how much Ganjuu knows about our plans or what he is hiding. He made a funny noise at me yesterday in front of the baboons.

Something is amiss, I am certain.

However, I must put off my inquiries until after the harvest. Today we descend to the valley for much needed supplies. My "tree partner" loves berries and it would be unwise to deny him them.

I will write more when we return next week. I think only of gin and home.

2/12/03
A Question:

Fight night: no knives, no guns, just charm, wit, and cool. d.c. berman and owen wilson. who wins?

Extension of first question: tag team. dcb and malkmus vs. owen wilson and jackie chan.

Second extension of first question: tag team royal rumble: dcb and malk vs. owen wilson and jackie chan vs. butch cassidy and sundance kid vs. jfk and rfk vs.  norman mailerand clone of norman mailer

1/25/03
It was a misty moonless night out in the fens, where I like to walk, and think, and smoke. Lost in the twin darknesses of the night and my thoughts, I started at the sudden appearance of a sizeable man, beany-clad.

"Can I borrow a light?" he said. "Here, you can light off my cigarette." "Sorry, I think I've knocked off your butt." "No, no, it's fine." We both took drags and watched our breath mix with the mists rolling around us. "Do you know what time it is?" he asked "Bit past 11." "Another hour then." "Another hour for what?" A dead pause. Four beats: one, two, three, four. He leaned in close, his eyes lit by the butt of his cigarette and said: "Are you here for sex?"

This question, his third, was rather less congenial than its predecessors. "Not as such, no. Do people come out here for that?" "It's not safe for you to you to be here." "Not safe?" "Not safe. Unless you want sex." "Should I just walk back that way?" pointing towards the lights beyond the children's playground. "You'd better walk back the way you came." It seemed sound advice, and I took it.

1/17/03
New Product Idea:

A microchip that you can implant in your body that is tied into a GPS system and all of your financial accounts. Whenever you purchase something - good, service, or what have you - the money is automatically deducted from your account. The GPS chip helps locate the best deals in your vicinity. Also, when your bank account goes to $0.00 the chip releases a deadly venom and you die.

No more poor people.

11/27/02
Hey everybody! Look who's back! I was away. Here's what happened in Brussels while i was away:

No one missed me. Everyone had a great time. Ali now owes Samuel a shark because he "made it" with Katya, although noone's meant to know this. Rosi had a hell of a week. Samuel's feet healed. In Paris things went on as normal. Saperstein floated the idea of a trip to Amsterdam, and Moroney will soon let Saperstein know that half of the idea can float, unlike the oil tanker which last week plunged to the now-even-more-inky depths of the Atlantic.

Last week in Germany nothing happened that I know of, and noone seems to have missed me there either. Even in the Isle of Man, where my parents were, who always say they miss me, there was no one there to miss me because i was there. I cannot feel my presence if noone feels my absence. I'm vanishing.

11/05/02
I saw an old Dragnet episode last night where everyone was arrested in a "hippie house" where babies screamed unattended on dirty kitchen counters. During the raid a teenage girl was found overdosed, and Joe Friday shook his head sadly as the hippie father was dragged out protesting "I told baby to be careful with that stuff" while the camera lingered over a PEACE & LOVE poster.

I want that to be our house. I want Chris to be Joe Friday. I want Jeevan to be the screaming child. I want Ritik to OD and I want Matty to be the protesting father. I will be the poster.

10/24/02
I remember talking to two people at the bar after the last show. They wrapped me up in a many minutes long discussion of the deeper meaning of our show, and how it made them a little sad. I was happy to hear that.

The girl of the couple related our show to her paintings. One of her paintings had a bunch of women looking into a mirror and doing their makeup, only the mirror was the canvas! that is, the women looked out at you. only it was abstract, and you couldn't actually tell what anything was.

That was what this girl said to me, and she said our show was kind of like that. this was supposed to be a compliment. maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. but at least it was accurate.

10/15/02
A person is pulling the man
My dad is tying up a person
A dinosaur and a man
Sun mountain timmy

It is snow
People are going on a boat
A rainbow
Sun mountain timmy

A snowy day
the hat is drinking
a flower
a snowman
The smiley world
Sun mountain timmy

10/09/02
These are my thoughts on XXX, the movie I still haven't seen:

I thought it was sad the part where Vin Deisel cries. We all know how it feels - love. I thought it kicked ass that he was crying on a motorcycle, though, with that woman's legs wrapped around his torso, running from those bad cops, and shooting the kung fu. Were they truly bad cops, morally corrupt, or were they simply unaware of the grander implications of the scheme they were caught up in? Was there badness petty or meaningful? I spent a lot of time crying after the movie - for the cops, Vin Deisel, and myself.

10/04/02
Brussels, BG - This morning I drank coffee leaning out of my window and watched Belgians try to figure out what happens when a beer-delivery truck is blocking one side of the street, which also includes a supermarket cargo truck, and when the other side has a car delivery truck and two buses. Most people decided to do nothing, except for the guys who were delivering beer. They kept right on delivering beer for a good 10 minutes.

I remember Paris. While there, I was terrified of French people. Absolutely terrified. I wanted to go to Parc Asterix while in Paris, but everyone nixed those plans. They claimed to have the most exciting ride in the world and the only dolphin tank within 30 minutes of Paris. That was almost too much of an enticement for me. But instead we just looked at art and monuments and drank wine and held hands. It was rather gay, holding hands, five men, together, in the streets of Paris. We also passed a group of young Americans all with hand puppets singing "Jesus is the answer." I almost joined them. almost.

9/30/02
Today was a terrible day. Sometimes people can be full of mischief for no reason other than their country of origin. Take this Portugese man who came up to me in an elevator. Small, dark, and swarthy, he said he was the sun and promised me the moon and I believed him until the morning came and he was gone.

Also gone were my camera and my wallet.

In the darkness he had been my muse and my confidant, my fisher and my fish. Now he has left, with my camera and my wallet, and I am sadder but wiser. Oh, you Portugi! He was both beautiful and deadly like the black (Portugese) night sky.