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These words are the last testament of Jesus Christ in the New World.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

log

Dearest Log,

i had an excellent set at the Sacto Punch last night. Mike said he was going to get me a full week. Ahhh, Sacramento's unexpected love is really a great joy. not much else to say, but it does take pressure off of the Punchline. I need to not need it to be good. Must simply let it happen.

Annemarie is showing in a few weeks. i'm excited.

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

The Windy Apple

Going to New York always leaves me slightly nautious, as it overwhelms my jewdar. My ability to find and recognize jews was honed in the rural west, the barest hint of hebraic inclination was enough to set off warning sirens. In new york, it's like the world is composed entirely of neon noses and air raid sirens blaring hava nagila. Is there anything more jewish than feeling most uncomfortable in the concept of being at home?
Log

Jack shit is going on in my life. Date with america with Anne and Ryan last saturday. Going on at the punch next sunday. need, oh, need to do laundry, clear up fix it ticket, get in character & fitness thing, clean up, be a better person. whatever.

Oh, talked to jimmy last night. I miss him. I feel comfortable with him in a way i do no one else, and we actually do think more similarly than you'd think possible. I need to stop time-sharing my brain.
Witty Friend of the Week

Annemarie is unseated by Jeff's observation, in the light of President Bush's inclination to codify marriage as a relationship between a man and woman, that perhaps Mr. Bush isn't the best of choices to be providing us with vocabulary lessons.

Monday, August 04, 2003

My mother doesn't lay guilt trips. She gives guilt walking tours. If you show up at my house at 1, 3 and 430 pm, my mother will take you for a physically and emotionally exhausting trip past all of my personal failures. If you go on the 430 tour, there's an all new "My son says he's a homosexual, and it doesn't matter how much he hurts me, just so long as he's happy, even though god knows what kind of disease he could catch", finaly to the tour. it mostly involves my mother with a photo album saying "but he played football!"
Growing up jewish wasn't that different. Except we always had a cash register in the house.

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