Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Monday, October 22, 2001

Triviality

Anthrax in the US. Argument with roommates over me not wanting to order cable until we can get a cable modem. I need more money to get a nice studio some where and be able to live well. As I had a conversation with someone, wake up in the morning, drink tea in my wifebeater by the window. Read the newspaper. Shave everyday and go to work. Leave and be home within 30 minutes. Make dinner, listen to good radio. Have high bandwidth. A good view. Own a vacuum cleaner. My friend suggested I get a white rug and pay to have it cleaned once a month. Not a bad idea.
Published by G. Etranger at 12:00 AM

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