I've been reminded that I haven't written in over a year. I can't say that I had nothing to say. There is the ghost of a journal about skiing, but it's been exercised. When you fall you will always fall on the part of you that has no meat, which is our missing tale. Lucy is the oldest one still standing.

The limit of anything is where it becomes something else. Otherwise there would'nt even be continuity, there would only be stasis. Ex-stasis means moving on from holding still, moving out of the body. The horizon is someone else. Difference is the source of imagination.

Could it be that the possible 44th president of the United States is a reincarnation of the 16th? Creepy...

Also, some (selective, since its a poll) good news from Polling Report.com

Newsweek Poll conducted by Princeton Survey Research Associates. Jan. 22-23, 2004. N=1,006 registered voters nationwide. MoE ± 3.

"Suppose the next general election for president were being held TODAY and you had to choose between George W. Bush, the Republican, and [see below], the Democrat -- who would you vote for?" If "Other" or "Undecided": "As of TODAY, do you LEAN more toward Bush, the Republican, or [see below], the Democrat?"

Bush John Kerry Other
% % %
1/22-23/04 46 49 5
1/8-9/04 52 41 7

In case you were in doubt this is to serve as my official endorsement of John Kerry for President 2004!

Also, a good Kerry page is actually his senate home page:
Brother won three purple hearts in Vietnam then came home to Capital Hill and testified in the Senate against the war. What more could you want in a president?

Happy Birthday Paul! May fresh fish rain on you all year!

Believe it or not I found this page today for work purposes (don't ask) and it may be one of the weirdest sites I've ever seen. What is particularly strange is that it is part of the National Archive, the same organization that maintains documents like the Federalist Papers and the Emancipation Proclamation.
When Nixon Met Elvis:


There's a really interesting and ernest letter that Elvis wrote to Nixon while on a plane with some Senator, and either the turbulance was bad or else Elvis was very drunk. In the letter, Elvis offers his service to the President, since he has intimate knowledge of "the drug culture, the hippie elements, the SDS, Black Panthers, etc." who "do NOT consider me as their enemy or as they call it The Establishment." He asks to be appointed a federal agent even. Later he adds that "I have done an in-depth study of drug abuse and Communist brainwashing techniques and I am right in the middle of the whole thing where I can and will do the most good."

You know, sometimes I feel like I'm losing my, how shall we say, "sense of humor" about American history, but then every now and then something comes along that is just so surreal you have to stop being so cynical. Or maybe you can still be cynical, and it's just really really funny...

I could teach someone how to watercolor, how to write a Google Poem, about Postmodern Body Criticism, and Photoshop text manipulation, so that they too could make something horrorshow like this:



Anyone interested?