with a nose full of snot i am trying to write...

my head stuffed up and i am listening to eliane radigue to unplug it and it may be working...

the ululations of the endless small sonic thrums gradually breaking down all of the icky snot in my brain...

i am at work and zac, the guy i work with/for is learning how to use his assistive technology device...an ipod touch with proloquo2go software installed....this is a great device..the trick is to get it used...

zac is nonverbal and he does a great deal of mimicking (which is one of the side effects of applied behavioral analysis). and he also always hesitates before he does something he is not used to, most importantly here is pressing buttons on the device....if you hand him the itouch he will turn on the program and then look at you...as if asking what you want him to say....then he may hold his finger just above the screen and look at you waiting for your approval...this is something we will work on...



my head is still full...it is 9pm...and i want it to be colder here, i think my cold is making me warm...

days of maybe

it is almost midnight.....

i had ten teeth removed last week...i take horrible care of them so this is my own fault....i need to grow the fuck up and take more care of me.....

thinking of another job...doing what i dunno...

started reading a damned good and hilarious book "how i became a famous novelist" by steve hely...it really makes me want to try more...



i want to buy a pen that writes, one that sits down and without pause writes stories.....and a pad of paper too...i want quiet days...in clichy or elsewhere....i want a refrigerator filled with good cold beer..i want pastrami.....

does one need desperation in order to create something nice?

this gal is hecka cute........don't know who she is though...