virilio

it's gonna dancing with the stars cranked up with even more sexy bodies. no cared for a decade but the ad blast is in full swing this time round. the olympics that is.

it's some kind of weird exaggeration of the greek "severe"
style of sculpture ratcheted up with soft porn nudie pics of
"athletes" with all the false global village horseshit you can
shake a big stick tossed in the mix (with some rousing post-
Wagner soundtracks teaching us how to feel about the Human
Endeavor). marketing the last man turns out isn't so tricky
after all.

i think today i sit in my underwear, do some laundry, drink a
few beers and listen to Brian Eno records. maybe Kid A. I
like Kid A. take a nap before it gets too hot here in smolder
central. like i say, i pay for this mountain view from about
2 pm to 2 AM. hot. feels the linoleum is about to melt
underneath your feet when i get home from work at about 10 pm
most nights. but today, i am the heat brahmin. armed with some leftover chicken parm, a greek salad, a gallon of chilled mint tea, and some day old bagels i can't lose. i can win
this bitch. gold medal that shit if you will.