Wednesday

12-2am - 7pg paper on how The Passion of the Christ influences pop-culture's ideology regarding the narratives of the Bible, 2pg's on plea bargaining and the due process implications of Miranda Rights. 2-9am - sending the sheep to slaughter. 9-11am- awakening weirdness and wandering, adding 100wds to the cj paper as per a rewrite request. 12am- sushi, iced latte, lost my keys. 1pm - Resume dropped at Tin House literary magazine, met the managing editor. 1-3pm - wandering from NE Portland to SE Portland. 3pm- Resume drop at Glimmer Train Press, meet Linda and Susan, the owners/editors. 4pm - Interview at Mode Models, offer of representation, given I pay $100 for their photography session or just use my own photog. 5-pm - Wandering, jalapeno pineapple and cheddar pizza slice, drinking a few beers, joined by Alice and Tamara, skiball, maximum force. 9pm- short run. 10pm- witness a live jazz concert sax-ed by Joe, Tamara's boyfriend-type-thing, after which there is a beat-off, which despite its sexual undertones is actually, (unfortunately?) a remixing of the tunage by fourteen dj's; Wolverine is robbed like an elderly woman in pre-Guiliani central park. 12am-meet Yoni, a local musician and likewise creative type; we discuss how in SoCal people get together to get stoned and do nothing, while here they come together and get lifted while creating and collaborating. The Day after the First now begins, the woolly massacre ending at a late 1pm awakening mark.

Iosif Stalin had the night of the black limousines, Hitler had the night of the long daggers; I often wonder which generated more fear, the disappearance entirely of an associated being, or the discovery of their steel-pierced deflated bodies in the morning. Fear and mystique often go hand in hand, and should one rise, does the other one fall or perhaps diminish and dilute? These are important questions people, things those of us in the know simply must.