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12/10/01: today is the day that I coming coming came back up to the surface untrackable-traceable for so long it seems since the WTC went down actually and I have no intention of revealing my whereabouts for the last three months but and now I'm in Seattle leaving not a few dreams in NYC but this town's rain and angular geography suits me so I fancy up this website and wondering too how are the recently also moved SYborg plus the formidable Cassandra who brought me here I'll have to spit both a few lines in the email zip bang au revoir NYC and greetings to a new darkling urban space

12/11/01: reading Hadi Khorsandi aujourd'hui his  The Ayatollah and I in which I see his '79 piece "What Is Democracy? An Essay by Sadeq Sedaqat":

Our esteemed teacher last week gave us a very good subject for an essay, namely democracy, and this week, while that esteemed teacher is in prison, we explain democracy for the new teacher and our beloved fellow students. // What is democracy? It is obvious and self-evident that we do not know what democracy is. We also have a knowledgeable uncle who is very learned and has read as much as six shelf-loads of books, but even he doesn't know what democracy is. We therefore conclude that there are two types of democracy: the one that we do not know and the one that our uncle does not know. // One benefit of democracy is that there are many political parties in the society. We have an uncle who says the best of all parties is the ruling party, and he himself is always a member of the ruling party, but when we grow up we would like to join the Bend-with-the-Wind Party because we can afford its membership fees more easily. // In a democratic society, everything is decided by a majority vote and last year in the second term, when most of the students in our class were lazy, on the very day of Religious Studies examination they wanted to blow up the heater in the classroom, and we were opposed to that but they acted democratically and voted beforehand and the lazy ones were in a majority and at the hour of the examination the heater was blown up and since we were near the heater we were burned too and the smoke filled our eyes but we were in a minority. We therefore conclude that in a democratic society those who are in the minority should stay away from the heater. // Last summer when we went to the village of Aliabad, we talked with our own aunty about democracy and our aunty is superstitious and knows many proverbs, and she told us that "democracy doesn't always pay." We therefore conclude that "the bird that will eat figs must have a crooked beak." // As we said earlier, in a democratic society no one can bully the people because it is the majority who decide everything and the people vote and elect one person and then that one person bullies them. // This was an essay on democracy by me, Sadeq Sedaqat, and we promise not to write any more such essays.

12/12/01: bloody hell: Connect the Enron Dots to Bush

12/13/01: more bloody hell W snivels executive privilege privy-ledge bets anyone even the repubiclickins are crying Monarch while the Israeli military used some good made in USA weapons to further keep their own little Soweto where they'd like it you know with corpses and the Pentagon is selling some video tape of the son'o'Laden whatever Pamela and Tommy and it's raining to boot raining hard with wind and I had to walk through an office park today with no sidewalks nothing but flooded lakes of beauty bark and cars didn't seem to see me so unexpected was a pedestrian in those parts caught giggling at the hitech gates of the yupper middle class drudgery zone waiting to cross the avenue with Bellefield Residential Park on my left and Bellefield Business Park on my right proving once again that I'll do just about anything for money and hate myself for that

01/11/04: yes a two count'em two year absence from the web or actually I mean of course I've been on the web I just haven't been here wherever that is but I have been keeping track of last two years' events which have jacked me so much that I'm so angry that I can't even speak anymore I'm not sure what angel has given me the whatever to write today but yeah I guess it's symbolic or something that I'm back here at the dawn of a new calendar year here to tally up just a tiny number of the things that have come to my attention over the last days:

this reminded me of The SYborg: http://www.alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=13807

this is near dear to my heart absence makes it fonder: http://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0238/little.php

here are some pix I've written captions for:

President Bush shits himself on national TV.

Dr. Watson finds his umbrella is a rifle.

Castro gives Carter's ass a firm squeeze.

and here's a quote from NYT that sums up why I think I might have to leave the country: "When asked what could be done about the 'limping American economy'...in South Bend, Ind., Gary Chadwell suggested a seemingly simple solution, with hardly a care for the message it sends. 'I think they should pay us back - maybe with a tax on their oil,' he said. 'We didn't have to go over there and help.'"

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