Date: Tue Feb 29, 2000 10:24:30 AM
Hope Baby is feeling better. It's Leap Day, Sweetie, not the last day of winter. That threw you off the saddle, didn't it, and you stumbled out the door as a consequence. Well, here's a bunch of bodacious flowers, just to brighten your day. I'm excited about putting these next few web sites together. And there's a little something in it for everybody. I like it, yes, I like it when that happens. Hear my smile. A Cantonese roar.
I'm beginning to feel like the train engine's pulling all the wheels again in my mind. That's a great feeling. And in some small satisfying way I'm grateful that you are still agitating over the state of our lives, as you said last night to me when I asked you why couldn't you sleep, that you've agreed that now is now the time to say it, and do it.
Chin up, sweet cheese. I am willing to imagine Ashantilly Maudie and Once Upon a Gilbert will thrill us with its creative spirits, and the rest of this tumbleweed racket ain't nothing but a bookkeeping phase that will take care of itself. Every chess piece in this game where one may aspire to sport a remarkably different outlook in the end, as ancient voices rollover to a halt and men in gloves strain in driving glasses to drink salt, we have no choice but to voice our goals and intuit the initiatives with splendid execution.
Yesterday I took the Bracken site down from 'XusNET. Today, his new site is working properly, and with changes. For instance, all mention of my own sites are gone. Now his books to buy link goes straight to Amazon. No Len Bracken link, or anything, just a default Amazon homepage link (forcing the potential customer to hunt his book down rather than deliver straight to customer for click into cart). What a silly boy, vindictive without irony, a testament to his own swirling conscience. The best example yet of his own "morality of friendship" in action.
Sometimes I wonder if he is even capable of understanding himself. It continues to feel good to have him out of my life.