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Tuesday, December 24, 2002

The man who doesn't read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them. Mark Twain

I just finished reading a book called confessions of a dangerous mind now I can't wait for the movie. It's the story of Chuck Barris, TV producer and game show creator. He claims that while he was producing hit television shows he was alsoa covert CIA assassin. It makes for a very interesting read and I devoured it in no time ... I hope the movie directed by George Clooney is just as good. Other movies I can't wait to see are Roberto Benigni's Pinocchio and Gangs of New York.

Once again you all have a great Christmas and I hope you enjoy my multiple posts of the day
Isn't it interesting that the same people who laugh at science fiction listen to weather forecasts and economists? Kelvin Throop III

I used to write other stuff too but I would never finish my stories... here's one .. I wrote this about 10 minutes after I wrote Melancholy at dusk (I know that because It starts on the back page of that poem.)

We left early in the morning to get ready for our trip.
It was a dangerous one, nobody knew what to expect on Attica 4. It was a new colony only 300 years old and they seemed to have integrated withe the locals immediately.
Almost too quickly, something did not run too well with the council so they sent us to investigate.
That's what we do.
We cover up the dirt so the council can tell the normal folk that everything is alright and they need not to worry.
About ten years ago the council had agreed to run some genetic experiments on moonbase 81 , the little asteroid that was left after the great implosion of 2234. They were trying to increase the natality rate and repopulate the earth. Nobody knew about this and it would have gone well had it not created an army of blood thirsty mutants who almost invaded earth.
I say almost because we were sent to terminate the project scientists, their families, the mutants even the daughter of one of the elder council members, Evelyn Trantor. She was a junior member of the science team and her father orderered the massacre. The fact is had they all been left alone up there they could've lived happily ever after but there was a chemical agent in the earth's atmosphere that would've turned one of the new humans into the savagest of creatures.
The council knows. They brought one back and they could hardly contain it. The self appointed Council of the Worlds could not afford to loose face during these hard times, not with the martians looking over us like wild preying birds.
So there we were, myself, my first lieutenant and closest friend Jason Streetback, our Venusian psychic Kah 'Lauan and Mikie our techie. Mikie was only 15 but had already beaten the hardest of machines to a pulp and then rebuilt it to look and think exactlt like a dog. The four of us the "Elite Squad" the cleaners of human error and janitors of the galaxies. Against who knows what.
Frederick Trantor had received a DNA message with signatures of his daughter and Grant Slovins, the head scientist of the Moonbase project, from Attica 4 and that's where we were heading.
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We were using a cloaking device to avoid any Martian inconveniences, even in hyper-drive they could detect us and even though the peace agreement was still standing after 8 years, they liked to give humans a hard time. This was not a routine merchant flight to Sirius 7 as our papers said and the fewer knew about us the better.
Father was our symbiotic computer. It ran our lives when we were in flight. It told us when to sleep, it prpared our food and even played games with us from time to time always keeping it's cold impersonal coolness.
Then one night about halfway to our destination it suddenly woke us up by luaghing histerically. Father never laughed. It didn't know how. Then a code three alarm. I got up immediately and ran to teh bridge.
"What is it father?"

maybe one day I'll finish it who knows



The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder. Alfred Hitchcock

I saw a really good movie Saturday night... It's called the 25th hour by Spike Lee and it was excellent.
It's an act of love towards New York but it is also a story of life and realtionships. Monty Brogan is due in Otisville for a 7 year visit as a guest of the Unuited States prison system. The day before he has to report to jail he goes around the city to tie up loose ends with friends and family. It's a look inside each and every one of us and the way we react to situations... bittersweet and introspective.. i strongly reccomend it and ass soon as I find the dialogue he has with a mirror I will post it because it really is a strong statement for all the poilitically incorrectness we will never admit we have inside.
Wine is bottled poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson

I used to write poetry from time to time... usually sitting in a bar on Avenue A. most of it is sitting in a hard drive in my storage unit.. however I came across this one I wrote in the Caribbean a few years ago.

Melancholy at dusk

is it all that matters?
do I have to search for more?
the choice was mine
and now
I stick to it
just like the old days
old...not that long ago
when I was
or wasn't different
have I changed?
the hardships I think I go through
are they really tough?
maybe it's just my imagination
I long for you
sitting on my stool
but then again
I chose this
and to stick to it
will be an accomplishment
of sorts
then again
it's melancholy at dusk

Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage. Woody Allen

I love going to Brooklyn to run errands... I love to find myself in those small Italian pork stores along 18th avenue or as it has been renamed Cristoforo Colombo Blvd. The fact is I always find products of Italy and of my childhood... some of the stuff I was never allowed to eat growing up now I can have because I buy it for myself. So there I was Saturday afternoon going to town at Bari Pork store on Avenue U. I found Culatello which is a coldcut made from the shoulder of the animal and then cured.. a lot more delicate than prosciutto and oh soo tasty.. I found a young unaged sheeps cheese I thought was only available in Sicily and many other delicacies... I ended up sharing them with my wife on Sunday accompanied by a bottle of good champagne sort of like a Christmas Brunch as my mother used to do for us every sunday when we didn't know who would come by but everybody knew they were happening so someone would be there all the time... aah the little things in life
The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist. Aaron Machado

I had dinner witha close friend recently and I think I owe him an apology. Since he doesn't really know how upset I got I'll do it here.
My friend is one of those people who would do almost anything for a laugh.. actually he'd do anything.. no boundaries could stop him.
He met a girl recently whom he is madly in love with and who makes him really happy. He changed his ways completely.. no more runnign around the pool table naked, or wrestling a 4 foot doll in a bar... He also has been visting New York but only to go see her and never really making time for his friends...That made me really upset because we were there for him when he needed us and now he didn't need us anymore. fast forward to Sunday night. we have dinner a whole bunch of us and to see him with his woman (also an old friend of mine) and to see how happy they were I realized that just like that I was over it. I will cherish every moment he wishes to give us and I will still love him and help him when he needs me.. I guess I was jealous... well I'm sorry Chris you're one of my closest friends and whatever you do you'll do right by me. Happy birthday dude
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows. William Shakespeare


Tis the day before Christmas and first and foremost Merry Christams to everybody... I have a few posts to make I was procrastinating so I'll start with a story that i read in teh paper today.... A woman in Rio De Janeiro caught a bullet in the chest and got saved by her silicone implants.. now who says that Fake breasts aren't good for you???

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