19 September 2001

Yes. Yes, it is.

Cargo cult creative ability: Acquire easel, paints, brushes, palette and several canvases. Setup easel and canvas in center of room. Place half-empty bottle of red wine on nearest table.

Cargo cult gregariousness: Carry cell phone, rolodex, day planner at all times. Purchase half a dozen two-piece “best friends” necklaces and hang half of each over doorknob. Record up-beat jovial answering machine greeting which includes phrases like “I’m probably out partying” and “I’m running out the door,” and “If this is Mark, Evelyn, Cindy, or Harold, I’ll try to catch up with you either at John’s on Friday or with the gang on Saturday.”

Cargo cult cocaine addiction: Obtain spoons caked with burnt blood and mucus, mirrors dusted with baking powder, and rolled one dollar bills. Strew over coffee table.

Cargo cult interesting web page: Each day, remember mildly amusing gimmick from previous night’s coffeehouse conversation. Tediously write mostly uninspired elaboration as if spontaneously. Refuse to believe there’s no utility to be found in continued beatings of equine corpses. Use slightly unusual words.

“Where correctness is priority one.”

Ohmigod. Adrian Lamo is my new personal hero: “…and through literature, hope.” I can only dream of ascending to such heights. Adrian, I salute you.