When I am old and my friends begin to pass on, I am going to give them Viking funerals. I figure I owe everyone that much.
Wednesday October 10, 2001 @ the Harold Washington Library, Chicago:
INTERVIEWER: How did you feel about the attacks on September 11?
KURT VONNEGUT: Well, we were completely unprepared for what happened. I mean, we hadn't even found out what happened to Chandra Levy yet.
Sunday was an eventful day. I have a pleasant routine on Sundays: I wake up late for class at the ImprovOlympic, rush over there, improvise for a while, join my friends in the middle of their football watching day and eat whatever is left of the bean dip, and then we run around and yell at each other when the game is over; later, I go home, sleepy and full of stomach, optimistic that some sort of job will commence on Monday. This last Sunday, however, was different. United States military action against Afghanistan began, for example. Bombs were dropped. Also, the landlord finally turned on the heat in my apartment. It was very cold for several days, and I had to wear multiple sweaters whenever inside. Were these events linked? The night before, I had noticed that someone taped "Afghanistan" to my mailbox. I peeled it off and went on my way, not realizing until the next day that the label was part of a plot by the bastards to fool the government into thinking that my apartment was Afghanistan. The army had been trying to freeze the Taliban out, but once the label was gone, they realized that Afghanistan is actually very far away, not in my apartment, so they switched to Plan B for their reprisals. That is the best explanation I can come up with for Sunday.
I have not been linking to many things of late and have thus risked being decommissioned, so let me resolve that:
My friend Brook, whose full connection to the mysterious Red Secretary may never be known, designed a website about the Arctic Ptarmigan, which is yet another one of those birds that you don't know shit about, so there you go.
I have made many references to being a little robot boy, all of which are completely true. Per, associate producer of this webpage, sent along a link to this classifier, which helpfully tells you which famous robot you are most like. Maximillian from The Black Hole was its choice for me, an answer with which I am down.
I want to send a note of thanks to webpages belonging to strangers that link to me, say nice things and in doing so provide me with motivation to stop avoiding the computer - which I am known to do, for several days at a time, and if you knew this computer and the jabs it takes at me, you'd understand - and put together a new entry. A bunch of them are listed on the left, and I also received a flood of traffic from a nifty weblog (with a beautifully sensible name) tpodd.com and an OpenDiary owner. I am grateful for the esteem. (Everything I write sounds like an alien trying to reconstruct how a human being might have written the same thing, doesn't it?)
We have new entries for the CALENDAR OF ROCK:
Months
SANTANuary (January)
ELTON June (June)
Billy JOEL-y (July)
ZEPtember (September)
ROCKtober (October)
R.E.O.vember (November)
AC/DCember (December)
Holidays
Van HALEN-tine's Day (Valentine's Day)
Judas PRIESTer (Easter)
RINGO de Mayo (Cinco de Mayo)
RUSH Hashanah (Rosh Hashanah)
Some may consider this behavior madness, but if you are a person of decent musical taste who is forced to listen to classic rock all day long, you do what you have to do to survive.
