i just posted a machine.  it’s not my best, but i like it.  i realize it’s very kurt vonnegutty.  i don’t know why, it’s been a year since i read anything by him.  anyway, that is why the character is eating wheaties.  (breakfast of champions…i….nevermind.)

the weekend was spent on a lake, a cold lake.  rode a jetski on which i crushed my genitals when i hit a wave i was not expecting.  you know, after a while you really can’t feel anything.  the house in which we stayed is laura’s father’s.  we haven’t been in 2 years.  we rode down to the rich part of the lake, joking that the “slums” were where we were (where lots with no houses run about $150,000-350,000 depending on view and size.  here i am thinking i’m splurging when i spend twenty dollars on a cd.).  we rode past an aol fat cat’s house and i tried to pee on his dock, but the jetski abuse made this impossible.  the rich lake house owners wave in a rather friendly manner from their porches, yet if you step one foot on their lawn they’ll have you arrested and beaten in an instant.  fascists.

have you heard the new beck album? better than sea change, not close to odelay, and i always picture skinned pigs running and screaming in a pen when i listen to it.  was this beck’s goal? i should hope so.