Ever heard of the Fassbinder movie Martha? I hadn't. This is really good. Really different.

I currently have no choice but to use AOL to get online (wrrghhh#*&$!!) and I was therefore fortunate to become part of their latest poll: Who is the MOST evil: Saddam, Osama or Kim Jong Il?
Tough choice, but can you guess who I voted for? If you guess correctly and respond by February 13 2003 you will automatically be entered into the James Taylor Tape Lottery. Good luck!

Talking about dinner: I'm here on the Bowery, in the center of industrial nowhereness. Meaning I have a choice of Chinese food and Chinese food. And Vietnamese/Chinese food. Let me tell you: after a few years that starts losing some of its appeal. So I've been going to the half price saladbar at Healthy Pleasures. And that's getting on my nerves as well. It's too far away and not that good and I'm almost as tired of that stuff as I am of Chinese food. What am I supposed to do? Take a cab to the East Village? Spend ridiculous amounts of money in Soho or Tribeca? Get food delivered that's overpriced, inferiour and probably Chinese? Cook?

I am reading Knut Hamsun's Growth of the Soil. A real classic I hear, except nobody seems to have read it or even heard about it, but so what. Good book, and when I muse on child murder and the unconditional love between siblings, it makes me think of my own family. It makes me think of how different I am from my brothers. And how there is a possibility that I might be -- adopted? Was assigned to the wrong family in the hospital?
Something like that. And one day my real family will find me and they'll be millionaires and really happy to have me back and lets make up for the time we didn't support you, especially finacially!
There is allways plan B, of course. In case they don't find me this month.
It involves considering whether cyborgs eat dinner or not.

I was reminded today, that this blog has not been updated in --- a long time, let's say. This shall change. Just returned to cold and beautiful NYC from warm and beautiful LA. Ready to start the year of the sheep (I believe) and hope it will treat me better than the horse did. Happy new year! I allready feel a difference: I have almost lost my fear of rabies.