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on my bedstand:

i, claudius - r. graves (just finished)
claudius, the god - idem (just begun)

on my list:

el buscon - quevedo
libidinal economy - j.-f. lyotard

thursday, november eighth twothousandandone
start up day

feeling exhausted, tired, existentially empty. she says i don't like myself by a long shot. she may be right, even though often i get the feeling that i'm better than a lot of people, at least from a strictly human point of view. but this very feeling of relative superiority is a sign of insecurity, isn't it?

period lasting far too long for my taste and productivity. and this is not such a good thought to start up my new anglophone blog. but so it goes, for the moment. hope to get more hopeful stints pretty soon. period.

today they are going to debate whether we are going to send our armed forces to afghanistan. it just seems like a farce. what have we got to do with it? or rather, what have we got to offer to "win the war"? nothing that the allied forces don't already have. nothing really worth our while. but we all know why mr. silvio banana has insisted so vehemently to participate: to divert our attention from the obscenities he's carrying out inside the country. just makes me sick.

on terrorism, just read this, by baudrillard. perspicacious, keen, as usual, without taking any sides. u.s. supremacy's just like a cure for cancer: 90% chance of recovering, 100% chance of losing all your hair. terrorism is our hair loss, in a way?

btw, clyto: say "hi" to these lovely people! >> meow... <<

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