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20 September 1999

9:05 PM: I am somehow thinking that it is not an accident that as The Big Product Launch (Maybe) approaches, I am getting ever more aggressively stupid in my day/night schedule. I started a book at 4:30 AM this morning. And finished it (it was only a mystery), by 10. Lay there semi-conscious for an hour or so, came in to work.

So thinking I needed all the help I could get and what the hey, it might not suck, I bought one of those Red Bull energy drinks, that look like they're probably some kind of motor oil additive. ("The Taurine in Red Bull is synthetically produced. It does not come from bull's testicles as rumour often suggests!")

Yeech. Says on the can, "Drink chilled." No shit. If it warms up, you start tasting it. You don't want to. Or, at US$2.50 a can, you probably don't want to deal with it altogether. And I still started falling asleep around 4. But, this is how science proceeds. Except for the scientific part.

Did not go see American Beauty this weekend, though did manage to stay virginal with regard to critical opinion. Instead, besides sleeping all day all weekend, went to see The Source, very good documentary about the Beats and what whacky kids they were. Some bits were overdone, sometimes it got a little cloying, but then that's not an inaccurate reflection of the subject, is it? Worth seeing if only to watch Dennis Hopper reading/performing texts from William S. Burroughs. Very different from the original, but it works extremely well - instead of that abyss of sarcasm in Burroughs' voice, Hopper convinces you that he absolutely fucking believes this, man. And you say, "Yes sir, I'm sure you're right." And back away slowly.

Read the rest of the first volume of The Invisibles, thanks to young Fred for generously entrusting them to me. The Which, you ask? It's a comic book. You know. Like Rashomon is a movie. As Fred said the other night, "It's 'non-linear', or what we like to call, 'makes-no-sense'." It also does make perfect sense, of course. Three or four different kinds of sense. Kind of the point. I'm not going to explain it any better, you know, so you might as well just go out and buy up all the copies yourself, or learn to live with just never quite understanding.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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