Archive for August, 2002

scroll till this makes sense

Tuesday, August 20th, 2002

Where do those Portuguese lexicographers find the time for anything else?

rocking pneumonia

Monday, August 19th, 2002

A puppy’s not just for Christmas — the leftovers are fine on Boxing Day.



Monday, August 19th, 2002

and faintly ridiculous deadhead that I am, I have just found the most wonderful resource.



Sunday, August 18th, 2002

The first finished version is printing out. 69023 words. I could die now. It’s certainly preferable to reading what I’ve done.


Friday, August 16th, 2002

The sucking backwash of his reputation was still gurgling down the beach as I grew up. He wasn’t quite dead then, though so drunk that he might as well have been; but he was the poet who had been inescapably important during the adolescence of people thirty or forty years older, so he was quite inaccessible to me. The short, famous and wonderful poems seemed like folk songs. They had always been there; they could never once have been original.


too much pink

Thursday, August 15th, 2002

does this to a brain. Or maybe the pink is what happens to the brain when you watch seven hours of television a day for a fortnight.

apocalypse soon

Wednesday, August 14th, 2002

The word count of the exhausted beast.

found poetry

Sunday, August 11th, 2002

“In ced-3 mutants, the undead sister of the rectal epithelial cell usurps its sister’s position and performs its functions.”

From the Cold Spring Harbor monograph C. Elegans II, 1222 fun-filled pages of cutting-edge helminthology.

hidden dangers

Saturday, August 10th, 2002

It happened with nuclear power: why not Feng Shui: a mighty force for peace perverted to warlike ends. If this craze spreads, it will provide us with an inexhaustible fountain of excuses. “Why did I sign that deal? His lawyer must have been wearing lime green underwear.”


Saturday, August 10th, 2002

Topstyle is the insomniac’s friend. Do you like the redesign? Write on only one side of the paper. Lie if you must.