20 August 2001

Jacob edges ahead.

Jon Perr read my entry from yesterday and said that he heard an NPR broadcast about a web site that features streaming video of female anchors delivering the news while disrobing. Has anyone heard of this place? I couldn’t find it on NPR’s site.

Gerald Britton (and a host of others) pointed me at nakednews.com, and made fun of me for not knowing about it before. Holly’s my favorite.

Listening to the Pixies this morning. Where is my mind?

What does it say about a society’s priorities when the time you spend in meetings on Monday is greater than the total number of hours you spent sleeping over the weekend?

Joe Shaw in the North End.

Any day now, Cafepress and Unamerican will have reconstituted my entire wardrobe.

Last week, I ordered Choke from Amazon. They sent me Mr. Maybe instead. But it’s hard to be angry at amazon. I mean, at least it will be a departure from the homogeneous output of The Chuck Palahniuk Random Novel Generator. Amazon knows best.

My current desktop wallpaper.