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Tuesday, September 11, 2001
"I've reached this point where I'm so old that I have hair growing out of my ears, and between my teeth..." Before I get a smack - there was a party... it was a Bond party... I had my polo neck all freshly pressed and clean... I really wanted to go... but I have antique porn to sort out and I have to stay awake pretty much 24 hrs a day to get it done. And I need to get it done so I don't have to miss any more lovely partieez. And I'm staying awake. And I'm not getting it done. In over my head. So I take a break. And my parent's fancy new video player eats my one-off-not-available-in-the-fucking-shops-anywhere Cocteau Twins video compilation. Fucking Jesus christ. Never again. If I get this done I'm going to take a holiday. Not just a day trip. A fucking ho - lee - day. And I'm not bloody-well coming back neither. Hmm. It made me smile and it made me cry. I have not looked at the world in the same way since reading It . It's about everything: It's about being human. It's about perception, life, death, suffering, joy, and pain. It's on sale at a reduced price - it's a comforting, dynamic, inspiring read, especially at a time like this. This has to be one of the best books I've read: a much needed Zen slap. A head splitter. It's called The Key and I've been unable to put it down for longer than a couple of days since I bought a copy over four months ago. "He makes things so incredibly clear, and some of his ideas, because they are so new, are somehow, at this time, deeply comforting. It is wonderful to see, in this dark hour, that we have a path ahead of us, that there are higher levels of spirit and self still available to us. He makes all this so very clear. " Can I just point out that that stupid little thing I said down there about a certain disaster movie was from yesterday [Monday] - I would not dream of making fun of something like todays events. I promise you it's just a coincidence, and I apoligize if anyone read it the wrong way. I've actually spent the majority of the day being sick and checking the news. "We pray, that there may be peace." Monday, September 10, 2001
Hello, I’m Harry Houdini, one of the most famous magicians, illusionists, and the most famous escape artist in the world. He had played the leading man in Towering Inferno [a disaster movie from the late 60's set inside a burning piano]. But his success had been entirely fleeting, and his glinting charm soon transformed itself into shark-eyed cynicism. They snicker, exchange whispers, spiteful laughter. Like children. He sits and waits, dreams of the outside world turned grey and cold. Even green is grey. Friday, September 07, 2001
Weelllll... just a brief glimpse of realism: relieved to read that Biz is OK about me NoT attending his bash any way! And other equally ace Invisible personas are having a 007 theme party and I doubt I can do that either [grrrrrrrr - any opportunity to wear a polo-neck must not be avoided my fellow spypunkers!] But you never know, I may actually earn some money this month so who knows - maybe I COULD have a social life once more... make up for it. Seriously, I seem to spend the entire week glued to one computer screen or another. So I spent the day a'rambling in The Chase Forest, armed only with a big stick and a bottle of water [OK so I stopped to smoke ONE fag, but it was only a Silk Cut]. But it did me good, 'back to me routes' etc. How can something so beautiful, vast and peaceful be situated amongst such shitty - ugly, hostile little towns? On a more constructive note, you can download the entire Blue Jam collection here. For those sleepless nights. It's a Flu vibe! When they asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up, he said he wanted to disappear, just like his Father. Wednesday, September 05, 2001
And the irony of it all is that every time I try to post this thing my mac crashes and my stereo switches itself off. Serves me right for taking the piss: Welcome to the exciting world of the internot. This week, Rollo Kim offers a unique glimpse into the world of registering someone elses name and producing a really awful web site in their honour. step 1: register the domain name [.com] of your favourite artiste. Ensure that you choose the most well-respected, influencial and enigmatic artiste possible. Don't go for anyone too obvious, like Robbie Williams, because he eats shoes for a living and looks like a half-starved chimp on coke. step 2: forget that you have registered both .com and .org, and that they both lead to the same index page, so that visitors who arrive via your .com and .org URLs get a splash screen that says .org [that's always a nice touch: a real sign that you simply don't have time to worry about the technicalities, like whether you really are the person to take the responsibility of registering another person's name and doing it justice - it's too late, don't worry about that.] step 3: try to have as little information about your subject as possible, just the same snippets that are available everywhere else [you have the official domain name so your site counts more than there's, even if they've got cool looking graphics and lightning fast download times - nice looking sites are just so 20th Century, don't you think?]. Besides, you will have ensured that each page within your site takes at least 30 minutes to appear on the browser's screen, even your 404 errors. [even with a top notch connection speed - that's equality in action!] This will ensure a certain amount of emotional content attaches itself to the use of your site. step 4: choose the slowest, most ineffectual ISP you can find, and for that extra special touch, use the most oversized, unweb-friendly images possible to ensure slowest possible download rates at any connection speed. [ten minutes later and there is still no sign of the splash screen's opening 25 meg image - always keep your audience waiting - they will probably give in at this point, but they'll be back in the hope of finally reading some news about their idol]. step 5: do not, under any circumstances, update the site information for at least four years: you wouldn't want your site to lose its inherent sense of mystery. now would you? It's fourty five minutes later, and your fabulous 300 dpi 25 meg opening image has finally appeared on screen: It's slightly too large to view without scrowling around a fair bit, even when viewing with a screen rez of over 1024 X 768: that's all the better, I mean it's a kind of interaction in itself isn't it? It is at this point that your intrepid surfer begins to realize that, no matter how hard he or she trawls through your rather vague index, and your rather impressive collection of 404 errors, you have virtually no information about the object of your site at all. step 6: re-register the domain name of your hero or heroine whenever you have to: you cannot afford to let anyone else get their hands on it - what if their site looks better than yours? Just think, one day, the subject of your site might just surf on in! step 7: relax, your work here is done. Friday, August 24, 2001
Lots of 'work' on. Still ill. But getting there. Only painkillers, Giles Peterson tapes, 19th century erotica and Silk Cut can save me now! Also in the pipeline: Sholz Vitrine: the fractional future of fractional future music - Daze and Confused. Post-rationalism never tasted so good! Thursday, August 23, 2001
Task in Hand NoT Well. Think parts of me have flu. While other parts of me have better things to do. Too Much To Do. I feel like a bubble that's about to burst, physically speaking. Tuesday, August 21, 2001
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