Hyperfiction

I was telling Beta about this website that has a form where you can type in your name, and it shows you your name in Egyptian hieroglyphs; but she already knew how to write her name in hieroglyphs.

I won’t mention, though, what grades she got this year, because there’s nothing more irritating than someone bragging about their kid, is there? If you want to know, send me a mail.

Do you aspire to coolness? Or cuteness?

Was it Frank Zappa who said that the American ideals of coolness and cuteness are, respectively, male and female versions of stupidity? Something like that.

I am reminded of that every time I try to be cool, or cute.

Xkot posted a good Alice Walker poem today, you should really go read it.

Happy Fourth of July, everyone.

When I get to work I open the window for fresh air and hang my suit jacket from the back of my office chair. When I leave the office to go someplace – out to lunch, to the WC or to another office, I pick up my jacket, put it on and go on about my business.

Only today when I picked up the jacket to put it on, a big honking black/grey spider was crawling around on it. It was not only big, it was extremely fast, which is nearly as bad as “big” in terms of spider threat. My first thought was, This explains the crawly, itchy sensations I had around my head and neck on the way to work today, and the odd, worse-than-a-mosquito-bite-and-itchy-in-a-different-way things on my hand. Then I held the jacket over by a pile of documents and herded the spider off with some sheaf of papers and he disappeared. He, or she.

Oooh, maybe it was a she and she laid a nest of eggs in my jacket!

Anyway, I was hesitant to put the jacket on after that interlude. In fact, I just went to the john, then returned to my desk and remained here without going out to lunch at all.

Later on, I was filing documents and picked up a stack and the fucker – whom I’d completely forgotten – crawled out and darted into another stack, triggering severe chest pains in yours truly.

One bad thing about this suit is it’s nearly black, roughly spider-grey in color. Great hiding place for arachnids…

To be continued?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying the United States couldn’t use a little blessing. But this impresses me to no end: Mae’s great-grandmother penned the words to “God Bless America”. (see the posts for 2 July) Seriously.

Thanks to everyone who’s submitted non-pornographic nude photos of themselves to miguel@rhzine.com. I suppose with summer here now and the warmer weather, at least in the Northern Hemisphers, I suppose you’ll all be running around naked more, so here’s your chance. Once enough come in we’ll be starting the Zona Nuda naked blogger project. Thanks!