e-mail from an astute reader regarding yesterday's post:
who ever sent you that insult must be a female who has been on a dry spell for years I suggest she should save up and pay you to have sex with her. Cause it sounds like she needs it.
it could be a guy, i did make fun of yoga earlier! enough with the hate mail. i don't even like saying the word "hate". remember, i bring you love!
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i'm through humouring you and all out of cryptic posts, so here are some links for you:
vincent gallo is pretty damn cool. [link via one.point.zero]
In case you're wondering, this article - and Gallo's life, in a way - is about a question I ask myself often: whether it's better to live with the vivid discomfort of truth, or the numb contentment of self-sedation through drugs, alcohol, delusion, rationalisation, intellectualisation, religion; all those things that take the edge off existence and protect us from having to see ourselves too clearly
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i always wanted a race track set when i was a kid. the one that went up the walls and glowed in the dark. i'd stare at them in the back of the christmas sears catalogue. never got one though. poor lil pindy. this rally racing game is fun though! [link via evhead]
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nytimes magazine looks at how the simpsons remains the best show on television. while not as good as seasons 5 or 6, it's still miles ahead of any other stupid sitcom. Emeril, i'm looking at you!
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also at nytimes mag, William Safire's On Language column. it's always my favourite saturday morning read.
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sam draws tool lyrics: boredomīs not a burden anyone should bear. you should also order the exploding dog book right now.
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speaking of tool, i'll be seeing them in concert this wednesday. i got floor tickets, row 8. sometimes things work out quite nicely like that.
