I filmmed the dust swirling throught the air the other day. The footage looks like a thousand little creatures dancing to some universal song. * * * I am reading a sci-fi anthology called Future On Ice; my brother gave it to me for me Christmas. The family agreed on a minimalist Christmas, and my brother and I agreed before last Christmas that we would stop exchanging gifts, but we both found something perfect for each other. * * * "We may hope that machines will eventually compete with men in all purely intellectual fields. But which are the best ones to start with? Many people think that a very abstract activity, like the playing of chess, would be best. It can also be maintained that it is best to provide the machine with the best sense organs that money can buy, and then teach it to understand and speak English." -- Alan M. Turing

January 2000 January 1999 January 1998 _________________ Sunday 2 January 2000 5 07 pm pst   [ to start the dancing ] Matthew's roommate Tom was in town for New Year's, and the three of us settled on an evening of dancing. After I modeled dresses and let the men select which one I would wear, we headed off to The Garden of Eden. Matthew and I went there on Saturday, 2 January 99 last year. The mission, of course, was to find some women for Tom, so I was delighted when four sat at the table with us. You see, we arived so early, that no one had started dancing yet, so people were crowding the various tables, sipping their drinks from the various bars. The four women were of the variety that can only be described as hoochies. Apparently dresses are out, for all of the women in the club were in some variety of tight black pants, or some slight variation thereof. I wandered about, and returned to the table to learn that Tom had talked to one of the women. Well done! I decided that it was time to start the dancing. Matthew is much to cool for such a potentially embarassing situation, but I could tell that Tom could be convinced. Where the women go, the men follow, so I asked the four ladies at the table if they would be willing to start the dancing with Tom and I. Even Matthew was willing to participate now that we numbered six, so I dragged all of them out and we were naked in the light to the stares of others. By the next song, three quarters of the club had followed us out to the floor. No one wanted to start the dancing, except for Tom and I, who thought it was infinitely womenderfult hat we had done so. Matthew and I made it an early night because I am still recovering from being sick. We came home and stuffed ourselves on leftover pizza. We were both happy. The evening was absolutely lovely.

two years ago today: "pasta, butternut squash soup and strawberries and chocolate for dessert" * * * one year ago today: "he managed to use the word fuck again as I made my way next door to see the plant in question" * * * * * * <   yesterday |   month   | tomorrow   >