~ from hotline:
   terra cimmeria: ‘…how do i know you are not the admin and are looking for a reason to boot me?’
   xxxxxxx: ‘please…i just want to download carmaggeddon and i don’t know anything about computers.’
   terra cimmeria: ‘ok, ok…it’s dana/dane’

~ i really hope the movie does not look as bad as the first half of the clip with the helicopter, but you can view the ‘spider-man’ movie teasers at jurassicpunk [w]. it is no doubt superfluous to point out that the soundtrack for this marvel movie is crap, since the faithful expect nothing else.

~ well, of course, the kids outside must be celebrating bastille day. we possibly just heard cheers of ‘libterté! égalité! fraternité!’

~ it’s 4am. are the kids down the street going to run out of firecrackers anytime soon?…

~ wandering towards a horrible proustian experience at central park – where we were to be subjected not only to the music of pop hack leonard bernstein, but also to uncouth behavior of every new yorker who has ever abandoned their trash on public ground or drunkenly and boisterously copulated also on public ground – our library had the benefit of a score from an upper west side trash can: first editions of ‘complexity and contradiction in architecture’ and ‘the international style’.

~ hot damn, ‘akira’ special edition is released on dvd on july 24th! you can already order it at amazon [w].

~ ‘two possible typos in new entry…’ -kron [w]

~ from aim:
   xxxxxxx: ‘i dreamed that we had stopped talking, and i had to read your website. you had written that you were looking for someone. i think you were looking for me.’
   terra cimmeria: ‘please refrain from mentioning our website to us.’

~ to undermine any self-confidence in our own work, the angry red planet visited the whitney museum’s ‘mies in america’ show. we were a little disappointed in the negligence of the curators with respect to the bacardi offices in mexico city; that is to say, they neglect to mention it. more disturbing, however, are the digital models of i.t.t. which render the brick infill as a running bond, when, in the actual event, an english bond is used. visitors to the show should be wary of the likelihood of two eventualities: ramming the ‘h-column’ hanging in the i.i.t. room, and leaving with the feeling of the futility of their actions against those of the master.

~ ‘a.i.’ will go down a lot easier for the kubrick fans who realize that he has been long forgotten as far as this film goes; it is well worth at least a matinée price, if one remembers that kids, though absurd, are choice evidence of our shared hopelessness. it’s the beginning of a year of movies sure to inspire regret for being stuck in the weak and powerless new york city theaters: ‘planet of the apes’, ‘final fantasy’, ‘lord of the rings’, and, of course, ‘spider-man’.

~ also: john carpenter + ice cube = ‘ghosts of mars’. bass.

~ our holiday weekend in los angeles has ended in a healthy, though certainly temporary, reconstruction of our broken hearts; pico: hiked; orwell: read, tj’s: stockpiled, mani’s: consumed, toi: consumed, cb&tl: consumed, black russians: consumed, evicted roommate: spotted. all that remains is to destroy the memories of a flight full of wailing infants, a blistering santa monica sunburn, and the wasting of three bucks on ‘the mummy returns’; the superstation premiere of sam raimi’s ‘darkman’ will do the job.

~ far be it that the angry red planet chooses to do anything but eschew nationalism, but we do suggest our cousins in the united states celebrate the ‘birthday’ of their nation by keying an suv. or slashing it’s tires. or burning it to the ground.

~ hot damn, a welcome break from feeling as though an army ants are covering our faces has arrived; tonight, we are flying to los angeles for the weekend. these items have made the agenda: mani’s, rfd, pico blvd, cbtl, the 10, tj’s, toi (sunset), topanga, and macarthur park.