I’ve been reading Bartleby & Company, which is a novel about writer’s block. It puts me in mind of the first chapter of The Confessions of Zeno (last cigarette), or maybe some characters from Camus. It’s all meta, but that’s the zeitgeist; at least this is a good one.

The whole book is a series of reasons for not writing, people who didn’t write, people who destroyed their writing, people who didn’t finish, etc. Since I myself am the writer who doesn’t, it’s an attractive topic.

My father wrote a novel called Tenth which took as its theme the fact that great composers don’t finish their tenth symphonies, and our protagonist takes on the task of finishing one. A nice touch in Tenth is that the composer in question is Thomas Mann’s fictional Adrian Leverkuhn.

I don’t know why I can’t write. I haven’t since about 1995, really. It’s not that I think the world is deprived of some wonderful thing I have inside me. It’s more that I feel constipated and grumpy about it.

There are no mute, inglorious Miltons, save in the hallucinations of poets. The one sound test of a Milton is that he functions as a Milton. — H.L. Mencken

My communication difficulties are increasing. I’ve also made at least three simple-minded errors today with important work stuff. I say the wrong word; I express myself in ways that annoy or confuse others; I get things reversed; I spend 20 minutes trying to think of a simple word. This is not my brain, this is my brain on drugs.

I’m sure the next thing I’m prescribed will be the perfect solution, though. It always has been, since 1986 now. Could psychiatry please leave the Middle Ages some time soon? These leeches sting like crazy.

The back yard is a pile of roses today, birds and butterflies rioting about everywhere, sparkly sunlight.

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I appear to have rowed myself out to sea.

An employee of the library reports that the new regime there intends to “run it like a business”.

I ought to be a lone rifleman on a water tower somewhere.

The decline of fiction starring Jonathan Safran Froer

Last week the Atlantic announced that from here on in, it would be publishing fiction only once a year, in a special issue. Once upon a time, Playboy supported a whole generation of worthwhile authors, from Shel Silverstein to Isaac Bashevis Singer and a host of talented goys, too. Before that, Sports Illustrated published Faulkner. Now, there’s The New Yorker and the Paris Review and little else, and the consolidation of publishing houses has nearly wiped out the mid-list author, leaving young authors with just one chance to write that great book before they get dropped, and just a handful of editors deciding who gets that one shot at the brass ring. With the decreasing number of outlets for quality fiction, each season’s “young stars” find themselves praised regardless of the quality of their work—there’s a common readership for Lahiri and Eggers, even though she’s brilliant and he’s anything but.

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Auction on E-Bay of various memorabilia, for a good charity.

Latest Magic Sticker.

You’ll all be relieved to know that this device is based on the guiding principles of physics and was made by a German scientist.

Their entire line is great, and they are also pimping out the insane Japanese guy who believes that water feels our love.

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‘Watching her dance was quite different than the other girls,” Troy Capt. Chuck Adams said. ”She was doing some things I think she was ashamed of.”

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Last month’s search terms leading to my site:

Listing the top 30 query words by the number of requests, sorted by the number of requests.

#reqs: search term
—–: ———–
24: password
10: hacked
7: passwords
5: meninpain
5: meninpain.com
5: hogtied.com
4: for
4: hack
4: http://www.whippedass.com
3: movie
3: http://www.waterbondage.com
3: galleries
3: to
3: http://www.hogtied.com
3: whippedass
3: waterbondage.com
2: site
2: system
2: modelbondage.com
2: no
2: apron
2: whippedass.com
2: free
2: user
2: http://www.wiredpussy.com
2: http://www.uniformdomination.com
2: com
2: accounts
2: new
2: http://www.meninpain.com
113: [not listed: 108 search terms]

The power went out and consequently everything in the Server Bathroom went down. I didn’t realize that a church like that would have testimonials, nor did I realize that people were supposed to cry during the testimonials. Their food tastes like dirt, like hippies made it. Bureaucracy is great; just look at Africa!

What will a couple of Goth girls do with a plastinated fetus, hang it from the mirror of their Jetta? I think we’ve inaugurated a Golden Age of Suck at work.

And I said, and I told him I said, look, I just said I need a note saying you’re responsible for damage, which you already are, and it’s 3 am and I’m going home, and of course it’s his footage, he’s going to get his footage, I just need that one little note which he doesn’t want to give me, and I tell you it was a learning experience although I’d learned all this intellectually before. Totally, exactly, totally.

i told her I was Orthodox, and she didn’t believe me, and it just went on like this for like an hour, and I couldn’t believe a 35 year old woman would be this way.

He perked up pretty fast when I explained that it was Federal because he’d done it through the mail. The place was packed with young rich white guys and the occasional girlfriend, you know, the “porn is mainstream now” crowd.

When the revolution occurs, it will be as a series of escalating workplace violence events. I can’t wait.