~ hmmmm- hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm – hmmmm-!

~ if you need to send us something securely, partake of our new pgp public key.

~ few events + constant worry = much demoralization

~ updates will be few and far between in the coming days and months.

~ we hope that everyone – even canadians – enjoyed valentine’s day as much as the angry red planet; we spent the first half of the day at the preuss station post office, and second half coughing through another los angeles sunset alone…

~ everyone can stop emailing us about philadelphia now, thanks.

~ ‘i’m sorry i’m not cool enough to make your links page…’ [w]

~ this is merely a temporary installation, you can be sure…we were almost ready for a full makeover; but the rainy weekend in los angeles has kept us outside, away from the work. a few more cross-browsers issues, and we’ll be underway…

~ if you live in philadelphia, get in touch…

~ as bill clinton fashionably describes his post-presidency as ‘decompression’, the angry red planet has spent the day following graduate school with ‘heat’ comfortably watched on dvd, coffee lazily and abundantly consumed on pico boulevard, platelets painfully but quickly donated in santa monica, and the realization that the price of clump-ease is not inversely related to it’s quality over tidy cat – half the price does not indicate twice the absorbency nor odor-control.

~ ‘does anybody really know what time it is?’ :
he conversationally tells her one thing behind my back; i heedlessly tell her about another thing behind his back; she cunningly asks her for some thing behind my back;

she vengefully tells her one more thing behind his back. i wish someone would tell me how to explain ‘truth’ to someone whose self-worth relies on forcing others into remorse and to someone who has used the term ‘love’ more times in november than i did in the 90’s.

~ a drift:
a thanksgiving day of photoshop 5.5 and netscape 6  =>  a meal of lentils and pumpkin bread with citizens of los angeles  =>  the angry red planet again victorious in ‘trivial pursuit, genus edition’  =>  fueled by delusion, barreling a 1973 ford thunderbird into the chocolate mountain night  =>  freezing by the salton sea at 03:30  =>  guided by raw eyes, barreling back to los angeles at dawn.

~ while napping on the floor under my desk, the angry red offices were invaded by unknown parties. upon their withdrawal, a box was found in the space, affixed with the following text:

   at the point that i am writing this, the elections in the states are raging on. by the time you get this, there will be a new president. i wonder who?

   this is just a present to say sorry, that i can’t keep my promise to come and visit this year. but i believe in fate, too.
   – l.

~ the more and more i read a certain letter about me, the more and more i feel like the psychopath they purport me to be. how else could i do so much wrong with so little intent and no awareness?

~ for those who could not make it, my midterm review went extremely well.

~ no stress for 12 hours.