Tuesday, November 15, 2005 -- 7:03 PM

Light, white snow falls like the cold breath of God from clouded heaven. My own smokey breath meets it and mingles, but then dissappears. His true breath of precipitation transforms the world, like before the first time I put on a pair of glasses and there were no individual snowflakes. The glasses didn't come off until they were clouded with sudden warmth. I have to take them off to see anything on the bus, and when my breath gets too close to the window I can't see the new world any more, at least not for a couple of minutes.

Friday, November 11, 2005 -- 11:38 PM

I saw Kingdom of Heaven tonight. I really have to say it caters gratuitously to the belief that Christians and Moslems are baisically the same thing, and all want the same thing; namely the absence of war. Orlando Bloom sure doesn't help either, with his "I don't really care about the reasons for this war, I just want to help people." Thanks, Orlo, but I think we're doing okay without your pep talks and boyish charm. "Everybody else can kill because they hate, I kill because I've got love, y'all. Looove. Yeah, I'll knock up this married lady because we're in looove, but I'm the only one here with morals! And I always do what my concience says." Especially when your concience says to bed married women I guess, Bloom. Who am I to judge? And don't forget to eliminate class distinction in one fell equalizing swoop by knighting the whole city! Who would possibly object to that? Oh, the priest, oh, of course, let's chuckle to ourselves, haha, the fat old priest doesn't understand because he's so greedy and not ruggedly handsome like Orlando Bloom and not banging married women becuase he doesn't always let his concience be his guide. It hasn't failed him yet.

-- 10:55 AM

If I knew your soul was worth
,for example, say,
fifty dollars
I'd see if I could get it down to
at least thirty-five.