I_spilled_diet_koke_on_my_keyboard_last_night._It_was_the_bottom_of_the_kan_so_
I_thought_nothing_of_it_and_then_the_keyes_started_akting_funny_and_I_kept_loosing
letters_and_then_it_died_altogether._I_kouldn’t_type_a_word._I_Went_to_sleep_on_it_and
_today_I_kan_type_a_little_(nuff_to_log_on),but_no_spase_bar_and_no_see._It;s_a_pain,
but_still,_a_good_sign_to_half_(no_bphe,or_tsee,_nor_eks,_neither)_some_funktionality.

_Anyone_got_adphise?.

It_okkured_to_me_that_all_these_konneting_lines_remind_me_of_Arabik.

In my Vietnam childhood, I spent hours drawing weapons and guns. In this heat, the fifth avenue door appeared like some sort of Aldous Huxley time machine of passionate raving.

This morning bob sent me a link to some Lebanese music bymarcel khalife. I drank some coffeee and went walking in the inferno, where I found scorched scrap of an Arabic newspaper. Somehow this with the heat inspired me to use the “mosaic” effect on my cam corder (something I’ve never found a good use for)… I was after the weird shimmer of heat waves that don’t quite come out in low rez video… that and everything looks odd too me in this intense heat, just from the sweat in my eyes and the general delirium of war and Castro.