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There is so much I want to write about right now. So much that is difficult to phrase in the language of relevance.

But the patients are coming…

Quick!

Look at this picture!

~ Connor

What do you want for Christmas (Hannukah, Yule, etc.) this year?

This questions falls in the “yes, you should feel like a guilty shit if you don’t request something selfless” category.

Examples:

– world peace

– an end to hunger

– George Bush to choke on a chocolate-covered pretzel

– a flat tax

– scientific socialism

So Washington State wants a 12-20 page sample of my “critical writing.”

Most of what I have from within that page range is theater writing or something for one of Malynne’s classes, in which I cultivated a more informal style of writing than what is probably expected here.

In celebration of Andy Kaufman’s 56th birthday (on January 17th)

I am hosting a mini-party tomorrow.

Probably more of a get-together (being on Tuesday night)

We will read THE GREAT GATSBY, by F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.

Bring ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO READ.

In Romania, the Western-leaning center-right candidate Basescu has beaten out Adrian Nastase, favored by the more-moneyed party and the outgoing Ion Iliescu…

(and of course, America doesn’t give a shit, as it was all over the BBC’s Europe section, but buried three pages deep in the International Section of the New York Times website)

It will be interesting to see how this plays out.

Desperate Housewives.

Who would you hook up with?

Pentagon Weighs Use of Deception in a Broad Arena

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/13/politics/13info.html?oref=login

I think I know how I feel about this, but it’s an issue with such a broad base, I don’t completely trust my instincts.

This is the sort of post that would be best augmented by a well-articulated and thoughtful post by someone more familiar with issues of military intelligence.

I’ve been reading Detroit Funk, formerly the Idiot for months now, and I’ve always enjoyed his UE pics of Motown.

But Desolation Row is one of the most forceful, beautiful, and galvanizing explorations of urban decay and desindustrialization I’ve ever happened upon.

I’ve had several dreams in the past week, but until last night, I haven’t remembered what I’ve dreamt in any detail.

Circumstances had put me in Flint for a while, and an actor had dropped out of the play at Flint Youth Theatre, so they’d called and invited me to take his place.

Give me some weirdness.