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This is the archive page for the month [January 2000]; below you should see headlines and summaries of all entries found here from that month. Click the appropriate link at each to read the entire entry.

Boy, am I drunk. | January 30, 2000
I'm actually writing this on the cusp of midnight, so didn't know whether to date it for tonight (the 30th) or tomorrow (whatever that is). But then I thought, ah, I'll be lazy, I'll date it for the 30th so...

"Titus" is one fucked-up movie. | January 29, 2000
Emily and I just got back from seeing it. It's a film adaptation of William Shakespeare's first play, "Titus Adronicus" (or something like that) and stars Anthony Hopkins and Jessica Lange. It's been getting an unusual amount of press for...

The obligatory shout-out to my homey. | January 28, 2000
My friend Lisa Hemminger is not even close to what you could call an online person. She owns no computer, no phone, no pager, and I don't think has ever had an email address in her life. So, now that...

So, I've started a new project. | January 26, 2000
It's my first-ever effort at collaborative fiction. I'm writing it with a woman named Carrie Golus who is a syndicated cartoonist and author of the comic book "Alternator." (She's going to have a website soon where you can check out...

"Charles, Charles, stay up and wait. And if you do, I promise you, it'll be worth the wait." | January 25, 2000
Lyrics from a mix tape a friend made for me filled with strong female pop/punk bands. I made the decision this week that if I was a girl I would be in an all-female hardcore punk band. And not just...

I can't write a diary. | January 24, 2000
Believe me, I've tried a dozen times over my life and have always given up after just a few days. I don't know why this is. Now, of course, I do so much confessional writing that it would be almost...

Snow, snow...fuckin' snow! | January 23, 2000
It's just everywhere here in Chicago right now, with no signs of melting anytime soon. Even worse, it's supposed to get down to 10 degrees tomorrow, wind chill God only knows what. Doesn't God realize that I've got to go...

I gotta stop hitting on married women. | January 22, 2000
I don't necessarily mean the legal definition but rather women with committed boyfriends. The only problem is how to determine which women these are. All night long at Jude's party last night, I would spend a half-hour, 45 minutes flirting...

Sometimes I feel like a robot. | January 21, 2000
Like after a couple of days in a row of coding new HTML lines for 12, 14 hours straight. You feel your body start to mechanize itself. Rote keyboard shortcuts are memorized by a subconscious part of your brain, allowing...

Hey, I'm performing tonight. | January 14, 2000
It's at Gourmand Coffeehouse, 728 S. Dearborn, in the south Loop. Lisa Hemminger and I are co-featuring, God help us all. The show's free and starts at 7 pm. I've been a little too busy getting my apartment finished for...

So much poetry, so little time. | January 12, 2000
January is traditionally a busy month for the Chicago poetry scene, and this year is no exception. Last week was the kickoff of the Guild Complex's Musicality of Poetry Festival, with I Was Born With 2 Tongues (300 fuckin' people...

I could be sterile and not even know it. | January 10, 2000
This is a random thought that popped into my head on the bus this morning. I'm reading Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle right now and there's a scene where the main character was reflecting on getting a girlfriend pregnant...

Cleaning my apartment is becoming a futile endeavor. | January 6, 2000
I'm at the point where I've actually gotten all the shit out of the apartment, the garbage and newspapers and junk mail and cigarette butts and piles of pennies and dirty laundry and various other miscellaneous sundry. Now I'm at...

It's weird to be a consumer. | January 4, 2000
I find myself officially two paychecks ahead (in other words, spending my paycheck from two weeks ago now). It's the first time I've been this far ahead in money since 1995, and it's...odd. I can buy things when I need...

New Year's Eve was a blowout. | January 3, 2000
I went to a party co-hosted by three standup comedians, which can pretty much give you the idea of how the evening went. Imagine a room full of poets, except much more bitter and with better snacks. I ended up...