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There are really only two possibilities to explain the existence of Cumming: The Fragrance by actor Alan Cumming. One is that he knows he has an entendre-worthy last name and is doing some sort of extended spoof/performance art piece making fun of celebrity product...

Yeah, hi, I'm still around. Just not posting much lately. It's funny, it's not like there probably isn't plenty of things upon which I could comment re: my current surroundings, I just don't have blogbrain on so much. Which is probably because I'm writing, mostly, and...

Dear Caffiene, You win, OK? Are you happy? Are you feeling proud of yourself that you've got another addition to your legion of minions? I hope so. I don't want to fight anymore. yours (literally). Danya P.S. That new trendy white coffee stuff (coffee roasted much...

There's a "vegetarian store" here filled mostly wtih leather-free shoes, preachy bumper stickers and tofu-based food. I was hoping they'd have a yummy snack for me, but they don't. They also have a t-shirt that says, "Pigs are friends, not food," which would be much...

Just remembered my dream from last night. I showed up at Madonna's house at 3 AM because it was suddenly urgent that I kasher her kitchen. The Kabbalah Center Berg guy was there, and he kept trying to help but not really helping, like he'd run the utensils under tepid...

I finally have internet at home. That was too long to go trying to time my days around hitting a coffee shop to check wireless from away. Maybe now I can even get some bloody work done. Hopefully. No other news, except that I had the most Sunday-like Sunday I've had...

I am here, in this beautiful city very far north, where I can go running around a lake that is clear and clean and pretty. The drive up was lovely, mostly, except that there was too much driving. There was a quick stop in Ashland (no time to take in the Shakespeare...

I'll be in my little green car and most likely offline for the better part of the next week or so. There's a loaded iPod, a trunk full of stuff, and, tonight, a collosal run to the Berkeley Bowl for provisions. Wish me luck, and see ya'll when I get somewhere else.

So, after mentioning just the other day (was that yesterday?) that Dante's Divine Comedy is one of my most-treasured books (which it is; I loved it so much that it wound up forming the basic architectual structure to my still-and-probably-always unpublished novel, and...