|KHftCEA 1999-09.1 September|
KHftCEA 1999-09.1 September
While watching Bob + Carol + Ted + Alice (Waiting For Godot meets- uh- something) I wonder how boxers ever went out of style- "Ted's" jockey shorts are *awful*.
"I didn't wake up this morning--"
--World's Shortest Blues Song by "Blind Lemon" Yankovic
Salvation Army: Special Force: Some homeless people don't want to be helped. For these people we call... Salvation Army: Special Force! Working together with the Salvation Army, the Salvation Navy, the Salvation Tank Core and the Salvation Air Force, this elite team delivers free sandwiches and religious pamphlets to the most dangerous poor people around, with the help of an amazing arsenal of hi-tech machinery and, of course, God.
--www.subatomichumor.com, "Inside Hollywood"
"Bumblebees would be more fashionable if they didn't wear stripes, which is what makes them look so fat that scientists think they can't fly."
"When one has tasted watermelons, one knows what angels eat."
"Red beans and ricely yours,"
--letter closing of Louis Armstrong
"... in ancient times they said a thing was holy if it made you hold your tongue. We said it was holy if it made you laugh."
--John Crowley,"Engine Summer"
"EAT WITH GUSTO,
SHIT WITH GUSTO,
DO NOT FEAR DEATH."
So this is death.
You weren't expecting the after life to look like this. It looks like- it looks like- well, it looks like an aquarium, to be perfectly honest. Big chunks of bluish gravel crunch underneath your feet, huge formations of green hollow rocks loom in the distance. There's a faint trace of nutmeg in the air.
You walk for a while, and come to a short gray coloumn. Inset on the coloumn is a tempting red _button_
--Old Start for Hypertext Adventure
Button, button, whose got the button?
"It's art. You give it up, you were never an artist in the first place."
--Lionel Dobie, New York Stories
As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate.
And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
I hope that after I die, people will say of me: "That guy sure owed me a lot of money."
There should be a name for that creepy feeling you get when a clock reads the same time you think you remember seeing the last time you looked.
Veronika called me at work today. I always hear a charming uncertainty in her voice when she speaks to me. Is it my imagination? Is it her english? Is it me? Is it her? I should listen carefully when we are in NYC.
"I just couldn't go on speaking those bloody awful, banal lines"
--Sir Alec Guinness on why he encouraged George Lucas to kill off Obi-Wan
"Here I predict Mr. Liston's dismemberment. I'll hit him so hard he'll wonder where October and November went."
The day of the nines! People thought "9999" might be a taste of Y2K, though nothing has come up yet. (Much rarer problem, however.)
Wow. Veronika is probably in NYC!
"Personally, I always claim Cecil Earl is a little screwy, or if he is not screwy that he will do very well as a pinch-hitter until a screwy guy comes up to bat."
--"Broadway Complex", Damon Runyou
620-V's room @ the Cosmopolitan
"Fenianism"-subversion seen listed at Ellis Island
idea for photo: her hands meeting behind his head, back of head (from V+B @ Empire State Building)