From: owner-angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org (angry-psychos-digest) To: angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org Subject: angry-psychos-digest V7 #275 Reply-To: angry-psychos@smoe.org Sender: owner-angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk X-To-Unsubscribe: Send mail to "angry-psychos-digest-request@smoe.org" X-To-Unsubscribe: with "unsubscribe" as the body. angry-psychos-digest Tuesday, October 1 2002 Volume 07 : Number 275 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Are there more coming? ["Mark Campbell" ] NPR-time goes on (a story by me)-NPR ["super sara" Subject: Are there more coming? Hey, I'm new on the board so don't kill me if its already been discussed, but does anyone out there know when Poe's next album is coming out, or whether Mark Z. Danielewski is writing another book. If so, when will either of them be released? Alright can't wait for your replys! Mark (and I didn't steal my name from MZD, I really am Mark!) p.s. Do any of you write on the houseofleaves.com message boards? If so, I'm 'shadows', there. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: Click Here ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 22:43:25 +0000 From: "super sara" Subject: NPR-time goes on (a story by me)-NPR I can see the crippled egg from across this expanse of blackened char; its withering form pinned beneath the metal flipper. The life-giving box a shattered ghost writhing in agony, its wounds fanned by the same light breeze taht teases my hair. A hundred faded memories are oozing from the wrecked shell, and they dance across the pan before being liquified; sizzling spots of forgotten pleasure now consumed in this ebony wasteland. The flipper belatedly raises itself from the corpse, and the leavings of a thousand lives spill forth, flooding the scorched plain with 8-tracks and army men and rocks named "Bernice." Yellowed newspaper clippings run amongst a pair of outrageous white boots, a flood of spoilt yold unaware as yet of waht it has lost. More ghosts are escaping this grounded ship: crayoned drawings and tarnished coinds and postcards of famous buildings, the diaspora of "The Me Decade." And then come the letters; a hundred hope-filled, bicameral visions of life then and now, spreading like pancake batter across the empty, dark expance of abbreviated nothing. They're stories of family and friendship and vacations and birthdays and peace; haunting past lives of recovering stock markets and throwaway freedom. They're twelve-step predictions of a future os happieness and ice cream and marachino sunsets, and they disappear on the gentle urging of a warm breeze. There's a fuss around the egg now; the workers are belatedly moving to stop teh flight of memories from the box. An empty shell, now noticeably filled with the void that was always there to begin with, the box sits awkwardly within the crowd, each unsure of what has really happened here. There are no procedures for this, no contingency plans, no twenty hours of in-service training yearly on roles and responsibilities. Just the total, fantastical shock of watching a stream of thirty-year-old clippings and photos and the crushed components of a Mattel Electronic Football unti gush from the fire-scorched earth; all of us dim red blips in a field of black, searching for understanding within this incredible convergence. Your photo tumbles to a rest against my boot, the eyes of a twenty-year-old you burning through my heart again, like they did so many other times before, in so many different moments, dramas and silences. YOu never wore a watch because you always treated time as a flexible, dynamic person, an ally in life, not a cold, concrete absolute. We might sit for minutes that would pass like the most wonderful hours; such was the density of our time. And now, in silent tribute to you, your inerrogator's eyes and your understated smile, time loses all viscosity and grinds to a halt, and I can only stand here and return your Kodak gaze. There's a man collecting what memories remain, but most are lost to the heavens, gleaming flocks of torn-paper doves in a still shroud of sky. Your photo remains, as I do, both of us unwilling to leave this place of our creation and destruction. Memories of so many breakfasts and phone calls and store-aisle meetings, elevator rides and Christmas parties, and Acapulco in 1984 flooding past, tumbling out to sea, and us caught at anchor within this rip. I don't know what time it is when I finally go home - it's after dark and I've lost my watch. I make some eggs, cracking them sith ease, pouring thier contents onto the skillet while your wrinkled photo lies on the table behind me. They spit and sizzle and solidify into meaningless plastic splendor, and I fill my stomach and read the paper and go to bed. YOur photo rest on my table, and the skillet sizzles in the evenings, and time goes on without us. -End- _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 19:12:42 -0500 From: "Peace of Pie" Subject: NPR - Marianne Faithful Gap commercial question Hey! Does anyone know who the young chick is in the new Gap commercial with Marianne Faithful? Thanks in advance!! Julie ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 20:58:13 EDT From: BUDave18@aol.com Subject: Re: NPR - Marianne Faithful Gap commercial question idunno. i wish it was miranda lee richards. she's so friggin hot. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 21:36:26 -0400 From: "Conor Riley" Subject: Re: NPR - Marianne Faithful Gap commercial question Her name is Taryn Manning, She's an actress and a singer in her band with her brother (I forgot her name) You can catch her in 'Crossroads' opposite Britney Spears and Anson Mount and in '8 Mile' opposite Eminem, Brittany Murphy, Mekhi Phifer and Kim Basinger this November. Peace Conor - ----- Original Message ----- From: To: ; Sent: Monday, September 30, 2002 8:58 PM Subject: Re: NPR - Marianne Faithful Gap commercial question > > idunno. i wish it was miranda lee richards. she's so friggin hot. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 21:39:07 -0400 From: "Conor Riley" Subject: Re: NPR - Marianne Faithful Gap commercial question P.s. you can also see Taryn Manning in Crazy/Beautiful with Kirsten Dunst and in the upcoming movies White Oleander with Renee Zelwegger, Michelle Phiffer and Robin Wright Penn and Cold Mountain starring Jude Law, Nicole Kidman, Renee Zelwegger, Natalie Portman, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Giovanni Ribisi. I do too much research. - ----- Original Message ----- From: "Conor Riley" To: ; ; Sent: Monday, September 30, 2002 9:36 PM Subject: Re: NPR - Marianne Faithful Gap commercial question > Her name is Taryn Manning, She's an actress and a singer in her band with > her brother (I forgot her name) You can catch her in 'Crossroads' opposite > Britney Spears and Anson Mount and in '8 Mile' opposite Eminem, Brittany > Murphy, Mekhi Phifer and Kim Basinger this November. > > Peace > Conor > ----- Original Message ----- > From: > To: ; > Sent: Monday, September 30, 2002 8:58 PM > Subject: Re: NPR - Marianne Faithful Gap commercial question > > > > > > idunno. i wish it was miranda lee richards. she's so friggin hot. ------------------------------ End of angry-psychos-digest V7 #275 ***********************************