Archives: [January 2001]
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This is the archive page for the month [January 2001]; 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.

The internet is dead...thank god. | January 31, 2001
As some of you know, I work at a marketing agency during the day. My job itself is not that interesting - I'm pretty much a glorified secretary - but there are always interesting things going on around me in...

Finishing up the weekend. | January 30, 2001
So after getting half-lit with Carrie and Patrick early Saturday evening, it was over to Quimby's to visit with Shappy. I think I've mentioned this before, but I've decided this year to expand my basement press and start publishing chapbooks...

Man, I blew some money this weekend. | January 29, 2001
Ah, the eternal struggle for Jason Pettus - how to actually have cash in my wallet and not be overwhelmed by the desire to spend it. I lose this conflict much, much more than I win it, by the way....

Readers speak out. | January 26, 2001
I've been receiving a ton of email this week about the various front pages I've been writing - which, admittedly, have been of a bit unusual nature lately and a little more personal than I usually talk about. I thought...

Random notes. | January 25, 2001
I don't have any one thing in particular to talk about today, so I thought I'd just write about some various small events that have been happening in my life recently. Regarding misogynist poems. I've been having an interesting conversation...

Blackmail! | January 24, 2001
So I've been receiving a rather interesting set of emails this week, from a gentleman who is threatening to expose something about me to the public that he thinks I would rather not have people know. Little does he realize...

The other reason I'm going to San Francisco. | January 23, 2001
So, regular readers know that I am embarking on a spoken-word tour of northern California in about six weeks, and that I will be calling San Francisco home for the majority of time I'm out there. The main reason I'm...

George Bernard Shaw, drunk hippies and Bloody Marys. | January 22, 2001
My weekend, as has recently been the case, was long and fun and quite drunken, I'm happy to confess. Friday night Leah and I headed out after work to Victory Gardens theatre to see my friend Linda in a new...

So why did I compete in the poetry slam last night? | January 19, 2001
A number of reasons, really. 1) Krystal has really been hounding me to slam again, and I'll admit, it's hard for me to resist Krystal when she's made a decision to wear me down. 2) I wanted to attend the...

Chatty pig (or: How I learned to stop worrying and love the zine). | January 17, 2001
So, earlier in the week I was telling you about Abby, the woman who stopped me in Quimby's on Saturday to tell me that she's been reading my AvantGo channel for a couple of months now. She had overheard me...

My weekend, part 2. | January 16, 2001
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. What did I do on Sunday? Oh yeah, I went out to breakfast with my friend Wes, over to Leo's on Division Street. Very good meal - I had biscuits with a mushroom parmesan gravy. Wes had...

I saw naked women this weekend. | January 15, 2001
And believe me, when you haven't had sex in seven months, it is a truly surreal experience to be in a warehouse on a Saturday night, wearing a mask and being so high your toes aren't touching the ground, watching...

Regarding the military and the arts. | January 12, 2001
Update, 2 pm: I do not mean to imply in the essay below that there are no women in the military. I just meant that none have ever written to me. I got a letter from a reader this week...

The good news about the coming recession. | January 9, 2001
1. No more smug fucks in the bar I like hanging out at, smoking their ten dollar cigars and talking about their new converted-loft condos. 2. The demise of vapid teenage pop music, and the rise of angst-ridden, complex bands...

My mom is such a dork. | January 8, 2001
I got a Christmas card in the mail from her this weekend, with the following note inside of it: "Dear Jason, I made too many Christmas cards this year and just found a big pile of them that never went...

Wait a minute...I'm HIV negative. | January 5, 2001
That's right, isn't it? When I had surgery in November, the hospital did all these tests on my blood. And surely one of those tests was for HIV, because they wouldn't want an infected person bleeding all over them in...

Repeat after me: You are not going home with anyone tonight. | January 4, 2001
This was the unfortunate mantra I was forced to give myself over and over last night, when four, count 'em, four ex-girlfriends showed up at Joyblue almost simultaneously. When it rains, it pours...damnit. The cool thing was that I got...

Voodoo butter! | January 3, 2001
That's the particularly ominous name my friend Bob* came up with for our New Year's concoction. Basically, sautŽ pot and butter at a one-to-four ratio for a couple of hours, until the pan turns into one big gooey THC mess....