mec
some things on the mind today:
new design on the homepage. unless people write me and threaten to stop visiting, i'll be extending it to the rest of the site in bits and pieces.
if you have my site in your favorites somewhere (and why the hell wouldn't you?), check it out: i finally learned how to create an icon there. a nicer-looking one will be there soon.
can i be a bitch for a sec? (of course you can.) enough aaliyah videos already. not because i wasn't saddened by it or didn't care that someone so young lost her life just as she was starting a really interesting career, but because seeing her dancing and singing all over mtv, bet, mtv2, and muchmusic is starting to creep me out.
rereading the word "sec" makes me think of "mec," which i think is the best, sexiest word for the male persuasion in any language i've heard so far. the one night that i was bored in paris, i signed onto gay.com as american soccer mec or something like that and met the most stunningly handsome, yet boring in bed, french boy.
today on the ole stationary bicycle i was reading the two new york times business sections, domestic and world, and learned that pfizer, maker of viagra and zoloft, also is the second largest manufacturer of chewing gum (dentyne, bubbalicious, trident, and certs). the mind reels. then about singtel getting approval to acquire australia's major telecommunications company. that article was boring, but it got me imagining: picture it, the telecommunications industry brainstorms how to continue to build revenue when everyone has their phone and cell phone and fax already. all of the telecommunications companies, like verizon and sprint, use thousands of consultants, so they start slowing down projects (we need to get buy-in from our steering committee, which doesn't meet until the end of the month), acting less efficient (we can't discuss that now because kathleen from marketing and bill's group isn't here, so let's talk about it offline on a conference call), and forcing people to not only have lots of meetings, but also constantly be following up via phone calls, conference calls, voicemails, etc. they eat the cost of this initially since it's billed back to their projects, but they're also introducing a new way of working that grinds to a halt without constant, persistent telecommunication, that will endure and proliferate with all of that consultancy's other work. they work this way with all of their clients across industries, so it seeps into the workplace and eventually the nature of work revolves around communication (meetings and calls and voicemails and emails) rather than execution (getting something the fuck done on your own). then a cute mec walked by and i tabled my conspiracy theory.
the village voice says this in my horoscope: . . . if we don't have enough of the normal, healthy kind of iodine in our bodies, we absorb radioactive iodine, which has entered the food chain through nuclear test explosions conducted in the atmosphere. similarly, unless we fill ourselves up with transformative, soulful stories, we're more susceptible to sopping up poisonous, degenerative narratives. this is always true, but it's especially apropos for you now, gemini. why? because you're erecting new structures in your psyche, and you need the very best building materials. for some reason this touched a nerve, in the same way that i would once be told to finish eating something so that i could grow up to be big and strong and wonder inside, what if i don't turn out big and strong?
from moon palace: "a conversation is like having a catch with someone. a good partner tosses the ball directly into your glove, making it almost impossible for you to miss it; when he is on the receiving end, he catches everything sent his way, even the most errant and incompetent throws. that's what kitty did. she kept lobbing the ball straight into the pocket of my glove, and when i threw the ball back to her, she hauled in everything that was even remotely in her area: jumping up to spear balls that soared above her head, diving nimbly to her left or right, charging in to make tumbling, shoestring catches. more than that, her skill was such that she always made me feel that i had made those bad throws on purpose, as if my only object had been to make the game more amusing. she made me seem better than i was, and that strengthened my confidence, which in turn helped to make my throws less difficult for her to handle."
later: "without saying a word, she slid up behind me, put her arms around my waist, and leaned her head against my back ... i took hold of her hands, trying not to tremble as i felt the smoothness of her skin. 'i think she's got me already,' i said. there was a slight pause, and then kitty tightened her grip around my waist. 'you do like me a little bit, don't you?'"
posted August 28, 2001 in delivery, print, sex