thursday october 11 2001    |    2:51 p.m.

now i'm making entries all of a sudden. go figure. felt like making a list.

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ø v. s. naipaul wins the nobel prize for literature. it might be a political move, but if it was, under the circumstances, it was a very smart one. political crap notwithstanding, he's a fantastic, insightful writer. you try being blunt-yet-lyrical. just go read a house for mr. biswas.

ø nick cave will be on radio 1 (u.k.) tonight. it's a broadcast of three songs he performed for john peel's anniversary party. it starts at 10 p.m. u.k. time, which is 4 p.m. eastern u.s. time. that's in one hour! raido 1 is 97-99 FM, or you can hear the webcast.

ø i'm at a loss.

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ø i still haven't heard back from the tv station. i don't know, but this is probably not a good sign. i just left a message on the chick's answering machine: sorry about the offensive and all, but, uh, could you get back to me about that job? no, not really, i think i phrased it a bit better. i hope.

ø a couple of miscellaneous ailments.

ø probably jobhunting again. damnit. october and what do i have to show for it? war and personal trauma. great.

ø the contents of my refrigerator (slightly abbrev.): one pot of chicken vegetable soup, four hot dogs, ketchup, mustard, water. it's an abbreviation, but not much of one.