~ the freaking network at the angry red office has been down for the weekend, disabling all ability to update this essential log.

~ i wonder if it would be too antagonistic to hang a sign on my door which demands that no one ask me the question, ‘what are you going to have for tomorrow?’ perhaps i could post a ready-made answer: ‘maybe, instead of weighing and judging the amount of work that others have done, so that you can determine how little you could do to get by, you could attempt to develop something on your own and achieve some progress for your own good and its own merit.’

~ there has been a skywriter above los angeles for the past few days.

~ my sixth-in-sixteen-months roommate moved in about four o’clock this morning. i am pretty sure that it is a temporary arrangement; she wants to live someplace else, and i have other plans for the house in april.

~ in studio, michael rotondi is telling people to describe what space means where they are from. he points around the room and calls off various people’s homes: ‘singapore…puerto rico…south america’. he stares at me for a minute, and asks: ‘where are you from?’ i answer: ‘georgia’ everyone laughs, until i ask: ‘what’s so funny, do y’all see anyone else here from georgia?’

~ it doesn’t matter now, for, as i was telling my new roommate – she happens to be from munich and was lamenting her position of having to talk to ‘losers’ because they are the only germans she knows – we are all from los angeles now.