elizabeth, you are the only one, I promise you.
and I can't wait to get you
and I can't wait to get you
but I can wait to get to know you better.

I'm creating , I swear. hold your horses. I'm a little hesitant to get into the details of the output from this end, but I'll let you in on some of the input:

*dismemberment plan, et. al, sunday evening. early, all ages show. the kids are alright. had some reservations about 'em, I'll admit... having to look at a pretty girl's hand to see if there's an "x," reconciling oneself to the fact that if there was a Limp Bizkit show going on at the same time, most of these kids would be there, watching out for the suburban mosh unit that seems to plant itself firmly in front of you every time... etc. but there was something sweet about the abandon, the undirected passion that they gave themselves in to. and, in the end, it made me smile. and divert my eyes away from the 15 yearold girls.

*catcher in the rye. in one sitting, for the first time in a couple years. a few gems I'd almost forgotten- when Holden dubs himself H. V. Caulfield- Holden "Vitamin" Caulfield, when, in his tyrade against automobiles, he insists that "a horse is at least human," when his ten-year-old kid sister corrects him on his quoting of the very robert burns poem from which salinger swipes his title.

*toastee peanut butter and crackers

*paradise lost- gutsy enough to spend the first few chapters making satan out as the hero. not that I'm like that or anything..

*corporate cola

*conversations between strangers on the train.

*a double feature and a half at the echo lounge: waiting for guffman and best in show, with a bit of spinal tap as an appetizer. some great moments, again almost forgotten: nigel's reply when told that the album title "smell the glove" is sexist: "what's wrong with being sexy?" Steve Stark undressing Corky with his eyes after the debut performance of "red white and blaine," everything Fred Willard says in "best in show," coupled with the beautiful responses of that british guy, especially when fred tells the proctologist joke, and he says "yes, I remember when you told that joke last year."

*avacado sandwhiches from fista's leftovers

*"the talmud and the internet," by jonathan rosen- listen, spent the day in the g-state library, found my way to the religion section, specifically judaica, and ran across this masterpeice. I'm not kidding. I can't stand the title- in fact, I just took it off the shelf to add to the pile on my table- I think I was going for that studious vibe, like that kid in magnolia at the library in the rain. I wanted people to pass by my table and think I was a child prodigy. I didn't end up opening any of the other books until I'd read the rosen from cover to proverbial cover. I can't stand the title because it couldn't possibly be appealing to anyone who isn't something of an internet aficionado, as well as a religious studies major, namely, myself, and this book needs to be read by everybody. this is my find of the month. intensely personal, lovingly written, informative, conversational, funny and tearjerking, everything you don't expect from either a religious work or computer shoptalk. if you ever take a recommendation from me, take this one.

and while we're in the library...

*"why I am not a christian" by bertrand russell.

*"the meaning of life" by the dalai lama (this one just skimmed so far)

*th Qu'ran (ditto,if "skimmed" is the right word, and not completely heretical, given that I shouldn't have been reading it in english in the first place)

*"after auschwitz" by richard rubenstein- I'll finish this one tomorrow.

back to the home front:

*the wb series finale and the season finale of, respectively, buffy the vampire slayer and angel. what the?

output will come. you'l love it, if it's anything like the product of teh juxtaposed input. or, at least, I will.