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thank you to all my new acquaintances in the united kingdom. spy tv did a documentary on techno-voyeurism and online diarism, gave me fifteen minutes of obscure fame, and in about a month i'll get to actually see what all the fuss is about (being in new yawk citay, there's no demi-insurgent television like channel four, unless you count robin byrd). i will slowly but surely get to all of those kind, engaging, europeanly-polite messages. for example (i use this because i tried to write the bloke back, but his email didn't work and i'm hoping he reads this and re-emails): ... saw your site mentioned on the C4 show, thought I'd check it out..... very nice. Your sense of design for web pages is great, the cotemporary look to the site adds a whole esoteric direction. Anyway, I digress, Great site great bod ;-) . Enjoy. ...i'm such a sucker for good manners, especially when flirting. i need to change the sorry state of links. any proposals for consideration are welcome, right here. there's a big lightning storm outside, and lots of warm rain that i walked, than sprinted through. good friends and air conditioning saved what was left of the sh*tty weekend. i don't speak the language, but find this oddly compelling. check out what's on my desktop these days. i'd like to applaud my employer for allowing me to show such frivolity on an office laptop. and thank you, rHEio, for the sweet sweet gift! disidentifications: queers of color and the performance of politics, by josé esteban muñoz. quick review: "Demonstrating a thoughtful and acutely pushy intellect, Muñoz tops tomorrow night, i'm appearing in a documentary on uk's channel 4, 4LATER: SPY TV @ 00:20. check out the preview -- since i'm not in the uk, i don't know if i'll be able to watch it. any british readers around? last night i attended the charming and seductive, like a quiet but kind of mischievous cat, dori's party in williamsburg. the last time i was in williamsburg was ... dori's other party, and boy did i (this time) get my ass lost. the highlight was seeing her and jami, looking lovely and radiant and just don't-fuck-with-me enough in her braids and cleavage, the secondary highlight was seeing cute, likely heterosexual, billburg slacker boys, and the tertiary highlight was hearing a dj on the east coast spin hieroglyphics. on the literary front (i'm making up for a long lost time of not reading anything more substantial than those summary e-mails from webmonkey, the new york times, kpmg, and the industry standard that i subscribe to, more out of guilt for my increasing ignoramusisitude more than anything else) finished the hours (i just spent twenty minutes looking for an excerpt to quote, and i liked the book, but i can't find anything) and began franny and zooey (this pretty skimpy-looking book, and i might like to have a daughter someday that i name fran). read about a huge insurance company's approach to managing big projects, which is surprisingly more interesting than it sounds, while listening to dimitri from paris's a night at the playboy mansion (tHaNk yOu, pItSy and sTuRtLe!!) have to write back to this guy tomorrow, after his response to my response to his sexy site. |