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Jonathan Eng just came into the computer lab and tacked up these two pictures on the wall in front of him. _ respond? (4) 11:07:37 PM, Sunday 3 February 2002

T.I.A.I.L.W.: Poikatyttöbändi. I think they're probably musicians of some sort. Finnish again. I guess it's sexy Finn month or something. Anyway, they're hot. _ respond? 10:21:46 PM, Sunday 3 February 2002

Die Götterdämmerung Gibich! _ respond? 10:15:08 PM, Sunday 3 February 2002

I didn't know Cobalt Blue was still here. _ respond? (1) 09:50:12 PM, Sunday 3 February 2002

I'se the bye that sails the ship, and I'se Elizabeth Taylor, and I'se the bye that catches the turbot, and Sells it to Norman Mailer. _ respond? (1) 08:02:18 PM, Sunday 3 February 2002

Nutella and Vegemite and Whipped Cream and Potato Bread and Candied Ginger and Dried Cherries. -- Ariadne's shopping list, gawd help us. _ respond? (1) 07:35:18 PM, Sunday 3 February 2002

T.I.A.I.L.W.: Bridget-Michaele Reischl, because she was guest-conductor for an orchestra I was in a long time ago and, well, she's a babe. Plus I just like the size of this particular photograph. I wish I could get it to hop merrily around my desktop poking things with the baton, but I think that's a little beyond my powers. Warning: after a prestigious stint in Italy she will pretend to forget what "A-flat" means... "What, what is that? Oh, you mean sol-flat!" which is highly obnoxious coming from a midwestern accent like hers. Plus she'll flirt daringly with certain members of the first tier, whilst thoroughly ignoring last-chair violinists forced to sit up on the riser next to the horns. But she conducts in a tuxedo, so all is forgiven. _ respond? (14) 05:35:55 PM, Friday 1 February 2002

Talking with tutors through email is tetchy, 'cause I never know whether to sign off as "Ms. Knight" or "M. Knight" or "Mirabai Knight" or "Your little senior basketcase" or what... _ respond? (15) 02:21:59 PM, Friday 1 February 2002

T.I.A.I.L.W.: Judy Davis. Because, Lord, it's about time, isn't it? To apologize for the unwarranted delay (forgive me, Ms. Davis!), extra pictures. As an authorial Cross-dresser, As a Bugpowder Junkie, As an Overeager Stalinist. That should do nicely for now. Ohhhh, Judy Davis. _ respond? (7) 12:19:03 AM, Friday 1 February 2002

One of the best 404s I've seen. _ respond? (1) 09:35:22 PM, Thursday 31 January 2002

Teenagers who are desperately in love and about to get married make me very wary, a little sad, a little sour, and sort of admiring in spite of myself. _ respond? 09:23:33 PM, Thursday 31 January 2002

LOTUS WORD PRO IS AN A**H**** B***F***** C***S****** F***!!! _ respond? (7) 04:23:24 PM, Thursday 31 January 2002

"You look really cute with a beard." -- my piano teacher _ respond? (8) 04:06:37 PM, Thursday 31 January 2002

Is gratitude a secular or a religious virtue? _ respond? 04:02:16 PM, Thursday 31 January 2002

So I did go back up to my room and watch King Lear last night, which was good, but I couldn't fall asleep afterwards, which is bad, so I watched the next thing on the tape, which was Street of Crocodiles by the Brothers Quay. I've never seen anything very much like that before. Man. And then, when that was finished, and I was huddled up in my dyne with my eyes bugging out from no sleep and scary King Lear and very scary evil puppets, the next thing on the tape came on. It was the freaking Playboy Channel, from the 80's. Gawd, it was lousy. I had to watch it for about forty minutes before I had the nerve to get out of bed and turn it off, though 'cause I was still scared of the evil puppets. When the nekkid chick with feathered hair started waving some red silk scarf thing in the ruins of a burned-out building to the dulcet tones of soprano-sax easy listening... AAAAAAGH! I didn't have nightmares, as far as I can remember, but I bet all three of 'em percolated into my vulnerable id and whispered heinous things. _ respond? 03:50:08 PM, Thursday 31 January 2002

Three O'Clock and all's well. I don't wanna go to bed. What I should do is go back up to my room and watch King Lear until I fall asleep, but I'm lollyfutzing. I wish y'all were more nocturnal. Yawrn. _ respond? 05:12:15 AM, Thursday 31 January 2002

In tribute to Juli: If I had my way, I'd live in a swamp that smelled like boiled spinach, and was full of carnivorous plants. I could swim through it and nothing would eat me, but I might get nibbled a bit. The days would mostly be gray, but now and then it would rain, and the sun would come out afterwards. There would be a patch of quicksand nearby, but I could hold my breath for two hours without feeling pinched or light-headed, so I could hide in there whenever I wanted to. I'd be naked all the time, except when I went out to play in the thistle patch; then I'd wear big stompy boots. There would also be a narrow cave in the huge glassy mountains at the far edge of the swamp. I'd have to open up the door to it with a little bone I got from an old woman. I'd be able to crawl into it, far far down, and there would be a pool of water lit up by phosphorescent fish. I'd sit in the middle of the swamp playing recorder, and I could think up a hundred songs a day and none of them would sound alike. I'd have a bit of liquid in a phial, and sometimes people would come looking for me and take me with them far away to strange places, 'cause if I went to someone who was sick, I could see death sitting either at the head of the bed or the foot, and if he was at the foot, I could give them a drink from the phial, and they'd live -- but if he was at the head, I'd have to go back to the swamp. The little creatures that flew around teasing you to swat them would have faces that stuck their tongues out. At night, I'd sink down in the warm mud and make up nonsense rhymes, and none of them would sound alike either. When my toes got too pruny from sitting in the swamp all the time, I'd go live in the desert for a while. But I'd come back in time for the thistles to freeze. _ respond? 03:36:51 AM, Thursday 31 January 2002

Yttrbium puppies. _ respond? (7) 01:33:35 AM, Thursday 31 January 2002

I didn't go into town to get milk this week, so Storytellers had to have Snow and Cookies. It was good, though. A new lady named Erin came, and so did Jack, the one who makes ascii art. I read _The Fool of the World_, but Blake got mad because I told him if he read Moby Dick it would violate the no-program-books rule, so he left. Oy. But it was nice, otherwise, though we were missing a few key members, ahem. And I need to find the thirty missing books, or we'll run out of material fast. _ respond? (14) 12:27:24 AM, Thursday 31 January 2002

"Sex in France is a comedy, in England a tragedy, in America a melodrama, in Germany a philosophy, in Italy an opera." I'm moving to Italy. _ respond? (15) 07:00:20 PM, Wednesday 30 January 2002

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