Sept 2004. Jeez
Louise, I have a virus. Currently up to my teeth in 'registry
keys' and a world of WormStoppers, HardGuards and TrojanSplatters.
Never want to see the letter x again - every
hoodied uberdork in Dusseldorf feels to need to christen their sickness
with it - pissnortonx.dll, xxxtastemygloom.dll.That
said, drive-wipers usually choose the innocuous -
clickhereforcoolstuff.exe - in much the same way as no-go
housing estates often end up the 'Cherry Blossom Dales' etc.
Sept 2004. Testing
1 2. Jeez Louise, I have the internet. Plain nuts
for a veteran address like this but I've always uploaded with friends
connections. Drawing a line under the DPS (it's not really me any
more, yet it refuses to change) and booking a new name. Pure fiction
and far less the doolally fontopolis. Neither similar, nor fully
nor wholly undissimilar. Possible song in the guise of 'The Nude
Boys', co-writing with J-Li. Not sure how it'll pan but current
listening: TV On The Radio, Ornette Coleman, 'Dusty In Memphis',
the Nightingales back catalogue. "Even the
big start small, kicking cans around the block.." Once
threw Thomas Hardy at a bedroom window during English Lit revision,
came an awful lot closer to the full beauty of the English Language.
May 2004. Sitting
up late, missing the creative muscle. This site is still visited
- the less I write the more hits it gets, even. Cheers. Aim for
uttermost blinkered discipline*, if going to go somewhere substantial.
Rusty. Received an odd 'creative writing' brief last week, but rusty
Monday 10:00 am. White-sky Think Suite at 'L²' ('Urban
Literary Solutions For A Breakneck Lifespace'),
a converted butcher's unit, EC2. "Wassup, Micha. Busy 'end?"
"Buff, chum, buff. Get up to Cargo?" "Hell. Patching
Borgesian paradoxes into WebLogic. Just lost track o'the time."