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Thursday, September 09, 2004

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I'm playing Jonathan Mayhew's stupid avant-garde poet tricks game, with a poem in Spanish I only dimly remember.

Student Union

Crammed in the corners, the ghosts were more than annoying.
I didn't join the communist party except to bum cigarettes
And meet chicks, but these things stuck to the walls and ceilings

Like wisps of tissue paper, flapping vaguely and inflaming my
Fellow students with a sense of historical justification. Eighteen
Year olds are not supposed to die of anything. They are supposed

To live and live and suffer blueballs and the dementia of wine
Spritzers. Yes, the armbands were all well and good, they gave
Us a sort of macho cool that set us apart from the hippies, but

It came down to this: if I was making out with a girl only to
Turn around and find the shade of Bakunin staring lecherously
At her ass, daring her to go blow up a bank, I would rather be

A running dog, wear my top hat high, my morning coat on
My wedding day and dress that ass in Gucci and have her mistreat
The maid. I didn't know it then, but everyone else felt the same way.

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A google search reveals to me that "butt-fucking Egypt" (aka BFE), in reference to someplace inconveniently out-of-the-way, is fairly common throughout the United States, but it would appear that "motherfucking Cairo" (aka MFC), a place usually considered to be even more inconveniently out-of-the-way than BFE, is all Virginia Beach.

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My new (fictitious) band:

Maureen Thorson and the Targets of Discrimination

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Now reading God Save My Queen and God Save My Queen II, in the aftermath of the kickoff reading and book party for the latter. We were treated to the enigmatic sounds of Queen B-side covers, and rice-puff M&Ms. Delish! I also ran off with a passel of commemorative God Save My Queen guitar picks for use in my own sometime guitar practice, especially for plucking out my famous, "soulful" quarter-tempo rendition of "Horse With No Name."

And looky, looky! Dan's reading on Sunday is a Voice's Choice. Huzzah! If you have not already been Queened, get thee thence.

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Wednesday, September 08, 2004

The subway flooded! Ahh! Took me two hours to get from W. 92nd Street down to Tribeca. And I was soaked through by the time I got here. I've spent the last two hours with all the space heaters in the office in a circle around me, drying.

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Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Ten Things I Did This Weekend

1. Shopped . . . for America!
2. Acted crack-addled.
3. "Girls! In skirts!"
4. Perfected my theory of The Importance of Voice Modulation.
5. Observed the pigeonry.
6. Read comic books, called it literature.
7. Talked to my mommy.
8. Printed things on fancy, fancy paper. Like, I could buy and sell you with this paper. Seriously, yo.
9. Thought angry pirate thoughts.
10. Listened quietly. Then loudly.

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