Sarah Palin is going to be in Fairbanks today! 1st and Cowles, the radio said 3:45pm. We need sticks, posterboards, and as many people as we can carry. I'm liking "All right, Mr. Hannity, I'm ready for my closeup" and "Way to electrify the liberal base", but if you have a better idea feel free to chime in.

On the third of July, Sarah Palin gave her two-weeks' notice. On the fourth of July, we went to Murphy Dome and made this video. Goodbye, Sarah, we'll miss you until we don't.

I have a physical address again! I'm living in the ice park, in my dad's old travel trailer. It's a '55, and looks like a sideways sardine tin. The campground has free internet AND a kitchen. Pictures to come.

I managed to wrest most of my paycheck from the bank (they were going to charge me about $300 in overdraft fees that they were totally to blame for), so that's a small victory. Thanks for your sympathy, those people who gave me sympathy, but I should point out that the serious stuff I don't want to write about is a seriously bad thing I did to some friends of mine. It wasn't malicious or premeditated, but it's one of those things where that doesn't matter. No one is allowed to feel bad for me unless I get shot or something. Don't get curious, I just can't read people wishing me well right now, but thanks.

I slept in my car last night. It blew, but I probably deserve it. I'll probably be there again today. The bank is raping my account and I will be paying off overdraft fees for the rest of my life. Everything else is too serious to write about.

Saw Brazil for the first time last night. I don't understand how the Matrix got made.

According to biographer David Buckley, the Los Angeles-based Bowie, fuelled by an "astronomic" cocaine habit and subsisting on a diet of peppers and milk, spent much of 1975–76 "in a state of psychic terror". Stories – mostly from one interview, pieces of which found their way into Playboy and Rolling Stone – circulated of the singer living in a house full of ancient-Egyptian artefacts, burning black candles, seeing bodies fall past his window, having his semen stolen by witches, receiving secret messages from The Rolling Stones, and living in morbid fear of fellow Aleister Crowley aficionado Jimmy Page. Bowie would later say of L.A., "The fucking place should be wiped off the face of the earth".

I'm being evicted at the end of the month. I haven't decided whether or not to go somewhere with running water. It would be nice, but it's not that hard to live without and it's a lot cheaper. I started work at the census today. We caught up?

Now that it's thawed, the protesters are out in force in front of Planned Parenthood. I want to walk among them and hold signs of dubious merit and/or outright libel, examples of each being "Pregnancy is God's Gift to Women" (with or without a picture of Bristol Palin) or "We Will Pay Your Prenatal Medical Expenses". They could get abstract, just a sign that's layers and layers of pictures of people with no space in between. The possibilities are endless. I also vote that we use chairs and consume alcohol while on duty. If anyone wants in, let me know.

http://stepfatherofsoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/redd-ray-and-andre-prayer.html

Today I heard this dedicated to Sarah Palin on the radio. It was nice. Also, this (book, Watchmen and Philosophy) is redundant bullshit.