October 26, 2002
You may remember the discovery ofcaffeinated soap a while back. Clearly, one cannot absorb the caffeine molecule cutaneously. So imagine my happy surprise when, while searching for a source of red mascara (harder to find than you might think)I stumbled across caffeine lipstick. This, I am thinking, will work. Because lips are mucous membranes, it might be possible for the caffeine molecule to be absorbed into the blood stream. Hmm... beauty and drugs... its a brave new world.

October 24, 2002
[it is not about was or is, it is all about becoming]

suprised?

i figured it was time for a change. it is winter, after all. well, not really. but i have long suspected that the seasonal shortening of the days is not at all linear, but rather exponential in nature. Or perhaps like a bell curve, leveling off at the extreme points: midsummer, midwinter, equinoxes.

Many thoughts have been occupying me, lately, keeping me off the internet. A time of introspection is October. That, and the fact that I have been trying for some three weeks now to install this bloody CD-RW drive. Don't ask. At first it was fun, a challenge, as I cautiously removed the cover off my computer (o.K., it took me the better part of a week to do that. Don't laugh; it isn't nice.) Once that was accomplished, I had to decipher this whole master/ slave thing. To a novice, that can be a little intimidating. Anyways, that accomplished, I am all ready to put my compuutor back together when I discover the IDE cables that I have are too short to link the drives as planned! What to do? I call my computer friend for advice: "Get a new cord!" sez he. Alright, so I hadn't thought of that. But at COMPUSA, they didn't have any longer cords. Though they did have a cute little digicam. It was labeled as $39.99, it rings up at a mere $29.99 at the counter. It's, rather literally, a steal.

I felt a slight twinge of guilt, as my conscience reared it's ugly head for an instant, but it was over quickly, and when I left the store, I was overcome with an urge to yell out into the parking lot, "Hey guess what!" But I'm doing the next best thing. I'm telling you all.

But I digress. I sit here, with my computer's guts spilled out onto the floor. It still works. I haven't been killed by an electric shock, despite the multiple warnings on the cover. Some of the mystique is gone. But damn it, I wan't my CD-RW to work!

Let's play catch up: Many of you asked about the chiropractor. In fact, I decided to stop going. He gave (?) a gym ball (which I highly recommend, because they are a lot of fun), gave me some exercises, and set my on my way. But massages, electrostim treatment, and comraderie witht he chiropractor aside, I really felt that it was a waste of time. So I stopped going.

September 20, 2002
So I'm beginning to feel a little guilty. He didn't exactly give me the winkie winkie, but I could feel it there, hovering in the space between us.

Allow me to explain. As you know, I have been seeing the chiropractor to treat a genuine work related back injury. I was initially authorized for six sessions with the chiropractor, which would mean that today was my last day. But when I told him that, he asked me when my follow up visit with my doctor was. "Not until the beginning of October," I reponded. "Well, let's schedule you for six more sessions." He must have sensed the "But...!" on my mind because he continued, "Don't worry about a thing, I will get the visits authorized. After all, its my job." And there it was, the implied winkie winkie, the suggestive elbowing. "O.K.," I mumured as I hustled out of the room, not really sure what to think. Was it my imagination? Then why do I feel, well, kinda dirty...?