This is probably the longest duration of time that I've gone blog-dry - my apologies y'all. My intrinsic creativity suffered this impassable aridity, psychologically drained from international travel, ridiculous consumption of octopus and red wine, and 26 credits of futile garbage work for mongoloid-geared classes.

Spain: a forced learning experience, I suppose. Most of you already know I had a rough summer. Thanks to everyone who has shown concern regarding my well-being, but really; I'm fine.

The female gender imparts me with this quasi-revisionist perspective of hopelessly engendered distrust a la Howard Zinn on history, but then, what else is new?

The racial divide these days materializes itself like a culturally permanent rift, the uncircumnavigatable kind where the caucasian friends of mine I see initially as spies and moles for the other side.

"Those nymphs - I want to make them permanent." - Stephane Mallarme

Permanency, though, is just an impermanent hedonistic desire that disappears with great pasta, beautiful music, and a bottle of Majorska with a few good homeboys.

"How do I pronounce this anger? They mispronounce my pain." -Asian American X