Friday, December 21, 2001

If you area gemini and want to know how you fit in with other love signs...check this out...All The Stardust In The Universe

Random notes:
A woman in Tennessee tried to kill her husband with black window spiders. He says, "Oh honey I love you. I don't care if you tried to kill me. Kiss me right now!"

A demon man was preying on women on the south side of Chicago. He tried to attack another woman and neighborhood men chased him down and beat the hell out of him. Maybe if more men did that the demon men would all kill themselves and women would be safe.

A four-hour drive, a trunk full of presents, platters of fudge and bags of app-making foodstuff in bags on the back seat...hell I am feeling so good I bought one of those crazee Santa hats! Don't burst my bubble...existential winter is in remission!!!!!!

Thursday, December 20, 2001

LuLu is moving out of the cave because bin Laden is in there and she doesn't want to get bombed. She has transformed into Snowgirl, at least untl her cave reopens.
Yesterday I awoke to a winter wonderland...everything! covered with snow...the first snow of the season and it was perfection. OOOOOOH! It was very very beautiful. I opened the back door, threw on slip-ons and ran outside! My neighbors will now be certain of my insanity! I do not care!!!!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2001

The coast is clear.
Physicists rock!!! Wait...I mean that in the singular. I don't know about the rest of them...just one...tall, handsome, brilliant!!!! Kissssssssssssssssssses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, December 17, 2001

I spent 8 hours down in the city on Saturday. I gathered images...bridges, cement canyons, screaming fire engines, a German festival in Daley Plaza under the eyes of the Picasso, the Christmas windows at Fields, trees swathed in Christmas lights, the opening mouth of Lake Michigan along Lake Shore Drive, the Hancock wearing a turban of clouds, running over a bridge crossing the Chicago River, the fierce cold wind piercing my skin through my long black leather coat, jets coming into O'hare, the warm butterscotch voice of the Jamacian parking lot attendant, the heaving of the vaulted sidewalks, and a man wandering around in my mind.
Last night I tried to catch up on my sleep. Instead I was tormented. I kept hearing a clock alarm ringing. I woke up again and again and again. My friend A-man says it was a wake-up call.
Do you know about the beauty of sea anemones? They are exquisite, living at the bottom of the sea, swaying in the current. I wonder if they sting.

Sunday, December 16, 2001

Yes I can play guitar. here's the evidence:
ALL I WANT FOR XMAS IS ?
Merry Christmas Everyone!