dee - viscerate.com

GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com

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viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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Saturday, May 05, 2001

"You are receiving this e-mail because you are a member of the webloggers webring and are a sexy little monkey."

Immediate reaction: Yay for me. Subsequent thought: Is this guy channelling J2? Or maybe Ry. It's so hard to tell, these days.

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While cleaning out my inbox (it gets messy in there), some of the more interesting email subjects:
AhhhhhhhhChoooooooooo!
Re: Ha ha FUCKING ha!
Re: *sidles in, whistling innocently?*
The Amazing Compendium of Crap
Cash Bonanza (this was, incredibly, not spam)
Star Wars shit
why a fork brother, why not a knife... or an ice pick?
Sir yes sir
But i don't wanna repeat you! Waaaaah!
I can't believe I'm bothering.
A distressingly small list of interesting titles considering there are 250+ emails in my box. Honestly. My friends should do better. This is a far cry from the halcyon days of emails from J2 with subjects such as: "If I see him again, I'll rip his tits off".

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Friday, May 04, 2001

In the end, there is nothing I can do. I cannot change the mind of another. I cannot sort out the problems of my friends. I cannot even give advice that I know to be sound because there are so many variables. The people, their thoughts, their words, their actions. Most importantly, their emotions.

How much simpler it all seems on paper, or the pixelated screen.

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Cheers and great rejoicing: plastersaint.net is up and working. And hosting, which might give me somewhere to flee when viscerate.com runs out and I have to hide because I can't afford to keep it going any more. I'd better make a decision about that soon, actually, since it runs out in June, I think.

Gulp.

Meanwhile, I'm still a little bit in freefall from that shock I got last night. Caught a little by words in email this morning, but merely slowed, not stopped. I'm hoping that by the time I have breakfast and a shower I will have my feet under me and be capable of writing that damn Confucianism essay today. I really need to, because I've got one on neo-liberalism due Tuesday that I haven't started yet. I'm coming the closest I've ever been to completely not getting an essay done, and it's scaring the crap out of me.

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Thursday, May 03, 2001

Dammit. I was motoring along. Everything was going to work out just fine. I was on track. It's amazing how a few lines from a person on the other side of the world who I barely even know can entirely derail my day. Now I am turning in small circles, put-putting in vain. Getting dizzy. About to fall over. And my plans for essay work (highly necessary, since I have two of the suckers due very shortly) are shot to hell.

Part of me wishes this sort of thing didn't happen to me. Or at least that I didn't react like this. Another part knows that it is impossible for it not to. Such is life, and me.

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What is one to do when a blank warning box pops up? One of the standard Windows variety. Little purple status bar... with nothing in it. Little picture of a question mark... with nothing beside it. Two little buttons to click on... with no words on them.

I took a guess. I'll pick the one on the left for fifty bucks.

Hard to tell if I won or lost, really.

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"Yuan Jang sat waiting for the Master in a sprawling position. The Master said, Those who when young show no respect to their elders achieve nothing worth mentioning when they grow up. And merely to live on, getting older and older, is to be a useless pest.
And he struck him across the shins with his stick."
Confucius, "The Analects", 14:46

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I hadn't realised how much I'd missed J2's presence in my life until it was returned to me. He and I are birds of a feather. We fit in an easy, natural way. Spending time with him is just simple. Not simple-like-breathing like A, but simple in a purely comfort and fun way. He's working in the university with a clown (long story). He's been hit by a car and escaped with merely bruises and a sense of his own indestructibleness (some people should never learn how to commando roll). He's loaning me books again, like Frank Herbert's Dune (a testimony to how much influence he has with me that I consider reading the book I long ago dismissed as sci-fi twaddle). Oh yes, and like Poppy Z Brite's Lost Souls, which he declared the funniest thing he'd read in ages. Somehow I know that statement is going to offend the literary sensibilities of a lot of folk. Somehow, I also know I'm going to agree with him.

We're that sort of people.

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Hey, dude, way cool! Anarchist Wombles! Yeah!

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Wednesday, May 02, 2001

How on earth am I getting referrals from Angel and Cordelia fluff-smut?? I mean... buh?

I don't even like Angel. He annoys the hell out of me. And did from the first moment he depressingly moped onto the screen. Honestly, I just thought he was a wimp. Feeling sorry for yourself for a couple of cent