January 2009
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He’s like Hitler looking at a group of happy Jews. He can’t STAND...
– The first of many Hitler jokes from Peter Kazaras on 1/19
It’s only uphill from here. I’m preparing myself for a rough spell. I remember what this feels like.
I miss things.
Mother Mucker.
So.
Huh.
You know when you are thinking so many things that you can’t necessarily put your finger on one of them, it’s just a constantly rotating, revolving, swirling mass of silky shimmery translucent thought material? And you get pieces and glimmers and snapshots of the thoughts, but they’re gone before you can process them or translate them to the written word, or tell...
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Toilets in modern water closets rise up from the floor like white water...
– Milan Kundera, from The Unbearable Lightness of Being
With a Z.
Spending the first few moments of 2009 listening to “Liza’s at the Palace” and it sounds like a Forbidden Broadway/Christine Pedi impression of Liza. Also, for some mysterious reason, she screams “When I go, I’m NOT going like Elsie!” You’re not? Okay…
Perhaps the oddest recording I have ever listened to. I miss the old Liza.