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Saturday, October 06, 2001
11:59 PM:
i shudder to think that someone has dared to say that american gods is "mind-blowing". i'm not going to click to it (i do need to get some sleep tonight, and not stay awake in a hopeless fury), but i can see it there, out of the corner of my eye in the google search results. argh!!
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11:20 PM:
heh! (The Richmond Review)
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11:16 PM:
hmmm (January Magazine)
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11:10 PM:
i'm reading american gods right now... come on, where's the review that pans it? because i don't like it. it's interesting enough to keep me turning the pages, but i don't like it.
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Thursday, October 04, 2001
2:43 PM:
chuckle..
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2:24 PM:
war room central... read it. it belongs to a friend. don't let the media borg keep you in the dark. lao tze said that the best way to lead a people is to empty their minds and fill their bellies. so you can make a choice... lead or be lead.
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3:17 AM:
to you; you know who you are:
My heart rouses
thinking to bring you news
of something
that concerns you
and concerns many men. Look at
what passes for the new.
You will not find it there but in
despised poems.
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
William Carlos Williams
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1:36 AM:
i don't care so much for the comedian making jokes about hong kong. some of his jokes were on, but some were way off. and i'm not one of those that would say not to make jokes at all about my mother country, but those jokes had better make me laugh.
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1:33 AM:
mmm, having been peed on by an oblong mammal of some kind, conan o'brien is now on tv only in shirtsleeves.
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Tuesday, October 02, 2001
8:03 PM:
kevin smith made a comic about his wife. i read it. it made me feel dirty. he portrayed his wife as this shallow, sometimes wise-cracking, completely sexual creature. and essentially, passive. essentially peripheral.
he put her in clothes that showed her thighs and cleavage, and it just looked really dirty to me. there were butt-high leather jackboots and blousy tops with keyhole cleavages. there were red stiletto heels. what self-respecting woman would ever wear that kind of stuff while her husband stands next to her wearing a baggy t-shirt and baggy denim shorts? that says only one thing to me: "i (the woman) am a toy. i am this man's toy, and i'm compelled to dress up in a manner completely inappropriate to the situation i'm in." foul.
certainly if you take it out of context, it seems more benign. maybe he's just toying with his own notions of his wife's sexuality. but look at the man's (or should i say, boy's) films. every character is a cardboard cut-out, and notions of dimensionality, emotion, and humanity in women are handled clumsily, fearfully. take the underaged girl in mallrats that was sleeping with men for a science project. smith made it seem like the project was just a lark. nobody does anything like that (especially at the age of 15) for just a lark.
so i assume this is the best, the brightest picture he can give us of his wife. the one that's there for all posterity. the one that goes down in the new york times? hmph.
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