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Okay, there's not much to this entry; I'm not even sure it's enough to merit a title. Mostly it's just: hey -- that's me in that photo there on the sidebar of your friends page. That's what I look like most of the time. Although you can't see it in the picture, it's early in the morning on a cloudy day, and I'm standing on the porch with a cup of hot tea, dressed in my pajamas and a sweater. 'M not wearing any makeup, and my hair looks dark because I haven't washed it in about a week. My skin really is that pale, though -- if not paler. The reason the crop is weird is that I just held out my camera at arm's length and shot. I took it not quite a week ago.

So, yeah. Me. In the photo.

This non-entry really should end there, but I can't resist pointing out that in ancient Greece it was a great insult not to picture the person's whole body, nude or as close to nude as possible, because to do otherwise would deny that it was a whole person. Romans condensed it to just a bust -- head and torso. The Moors took it another direction entirely by refusing to show people or animals at all, just abstract patterns, so as not to imitate God. Now we just use heads. What does that say about us? We've declared ourselves gods and then cut off our bodies. Soon we may not even have the heads, since we're referred to more and more by numbers -- driver's licence, social security, ISP. It doesn't disturb me that we've killed God; it disturbs me that we've obliterated ourselves gladly. We should all have life-size nude sculptures made of ourselves. Perhaps decorate them with garlands of flowers.

Not real stylish, but it gets the job done.

Congratulations, your killing method is a prestigious one indeed. Exemplified by such noble personages as the leader of the free world, President George W. Bush, this is a rank with a long and glorious tradition. You can send thousands, nay, whole millions, to their deaths on fields full of muddy trenches or in burned out third world villages. You have massive armies, lightning swift fleets, cunning intelligence agenices, destructive atomic weapons, and devastating biological warfare strategies all available as easily as a microwave burrito. Other boys play with tin soldiers or plastic army men, you play with the saftety of the free world. Bravo, and have fun.



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