~ to help with her architectural studies, my roommate purchased the book, the oxford companion to food, in which the definition of coffee contains this 1599 quote by anthony sherley: ‘damned infidels drinking a certain liquor, which they do call coffe’

~ nostalgia week continues. first, los angeles’s first week of rain in six months reminds me that sometimes the weather can change. then, while working on a ‘conceptual model‘ i pull out a pair of greasy pliers that smell of the childhood days i spent in the garage, watching my father rebuilding british automobiles. now, i am finally eating bananas again, after a series of smoothies took me to the brink this summer.

~ today, i shared a tour of a rainy west hollywood with the class…

~ i wish i hadn’t…

~ i spent a few hours in la jolla last month; recently there has appeared on my desk a picture from that trip. just as recently, mr. rotondi gave a little speech about what it is to approach the institute; when a classmate saw the picture, she launched into ridicule about me following his lead by searching out a picture that – if it could inspire him – would surely inspire me. i explained the situation about the trip, and, more importantly, i informed her that i am anything but inspired by the institute. it only makes me feel inadequate and hopeless; it is a reminder that i can never reach such an achievement. she screwed up her face and mocked, ‘that makes you feel inadequate?’ i guess she didn’t look closely enough.

~ since focusing and structuring my dietary habits, i have forfeited the privilege that most take for granted: the ability to consume whatever is conveniently in front of them, without forethought or concern. as the 24-hour studio situation, however, almost demands this type of freedom, i managed to find an item which i believe to be the worst a food can be while still fitting my ethical requirements.

~ finally, the sun

~ i have been in a sleepless haze since the last update, and the days were equally full of rainy skies. everything runs together, but i remember that each day i spent too much time in the car.

~ thursday, i had to drive from the marina to santa monica to downtown to the marina to downtown to chevoit hills to the marina to chevoit hills.

~ friday, i had to drive from the westside to the valley to the marina. the route from the valley used to take me by fast times at ridgemont high‘s galleria, but now it’s gone.

~ saturday, with friday night spent on a studio couch, after wasting three wee morning hours burning cds/crashing macs, i had to drive from the marina to chevoit hills to manhattan beach via lax and sepulveda to the marina to chevoit hills.

~ sunday, i had to drive from the west side, then all over west hollywood, then to the marina via beverly hills.

~ where is los angeles?

~ when i lived in stone mountain, some of my neighbors were pentecostals. they approached me before one easter and promised that, if i were to follow them to church, i could get a free ‘chocolate rabbit’. when i got there, i had to watch a film about the apocolypse, in which everyone who wasn’t a pentecostal, including 5-year-old children, was destroyed by ‘the beast’. for some reason today, i can’t stop thinking about it, and i’m still not a pentecostal. and the truth is they got the ‘chocolate rabbits’ for tricking me into attending church.

~ i had to drive to downtown los angeles for site maps and photos. i arrive at 14h55 only to find that the freaking bureau of engineering closes at 15h00. my trip was wasted; and there was nothing to say in the face of the assurance that i would have to make the same trip again tomorrow. who the hell is only open from 10h00-15h00?

~ please.

~ nothing is happening in my little piece of los angeles, apart from some reviews, which relieved no stress.

~ there are several reasons why our time is being wasted with this ridiculous storyline of spider-man looking all over the world to find his wife, who should have been killed in the airline bombing. she should stay dead, which is not such a insensible thing to ask in comics, or at least out of spider-man’s life.
one: the first place he looks is latveria, which is nuts, for two reasons; a: doctor doom does not know that mary jane is spider-man’s wife, b: the real doctor doom is on planet doom right now, leaving an android in latveria.
two: mary jane is a terrible partner; what kind of wife would nag her husband for almost being killed just for doing his job? he is spider-man; his first responsibilty is the city. she knew this going into the arrangement.
three: what happened to all that play between jill stacy and peter parker? where is all that sexual tension going to go?
four: for crying out loud, why should peter parker get tied to mary jane when spider-man could be swinging, figuratively and literally, with the black cat?

~ while i wait for my johnny cash cd’s to arrive in the mail, i have been listening to simon v mp3s; i know that he is no squarepusher, but it is about as close as you can get without actually being chased without relent and beaten without mercy through the abandoned metro stations of berlin – by zombies.

~ i can not believe that the freaking post office will put a ‘pick up’ slip in a p.o.box when the item to be picked up is junk mail. i got a slip in the middle of the night, and i went home dreaming about what enormous package was waiting for me at the post office. when i go up to the window in the morning, i hand over the slip in blissful expectation; i am rewarded with a freaking earthl*nk cd. ‘keep it.’

~ this week, i have gotten two worthwhile packages: ‘infiltration #15 – infiltration at sea!’ and ‘alabama grrl #7’. see the links page to find them.

~ why not sign the petition before the movie comes out!

~ the freaking network at the angry red office has been down for the weekend, disabling all ability to update this essential log.

~ i wonder if it would be too antagonistic to hang a sign on my door which demands that no one ask me the question, ‘what are you going to have for tomorrow?’ perhaps i could post a ready-made answer: ‘maybe, instead of weighing and judging the amount of work that others have done, so that you can determine how little you could do to get by, you could attempt to develop something on your own and achieve some progress for your own good and its own merit.’

~ there has been a skywriter above los angeles for the past few days.