Thursday is the morning for a cup of medium roast coffee, sitting in a sidewalk cafe, and reading the new free weekly publications. I try to live Thursdays right. It seems like the perfect day of the week to rise early, catch the moisture in the early morning against your skin on a bike ride through neighborhood streets, cook uo a two eggs, hashbrowns and toast breakfast, read, write, and then go to work. And that is what i will do. Except the bicycling part. Too late. Not enough time. I'll save it for sat. morning.

Background sounds and music are becoming increasingly important to my writing process. The act of getting words to flow out of my head in some steady rhythm is becoming impossible without it. I don't think the music itsself is affecting the writing or making my style anymore biting. What you don't want to do is be against the music, fighting. Let the words come on and on, don't fall behind stay upon, upon the grind or you will find that you will wind up in quite the bind. oh shit.

The testicular tale is, for better or worse, coming to a close. Once that door is shut I'll upload the whole stupid mess onto the site into the fiction section. English is not enough. For my shit tales English is fine, but as a linguistic knowledge base it is pretty weak. I need to learn a new language, maybe Java, c++ or j+? Maybe brush up on my Spanish? The nice thing about computer languages is the distinct lack of verb conjugations. However, in Englis peeple can reed thru typoes and misspellings with out the meaning of the sentence (code) being destroyed. i'm all over the place. What is needed is a major curriculum overhaul in public schools. The importance computers would someday play was a tad overlooked for my generation. In Jr. high I took a class on programing in basic. That might have done me some good if Basic had even really been relevant then back in '85 or at the very least had been continued through to other classes that could stay on top of the changing technology. Foresight wasn't that great. Microfilm was still the greatest research tool for the graduating class of '90 and Microsoft and Redmond, WA were a murmur. The problem with teaching computer languages in schools is the rapid rate at which the technology changes. Contemporary literature can include James Joyce, painters, Picasso and so on; contemporary computer skills can barely include how to operate windows '95. Actually, that isn't even the primary obstacle. The primary obstacle would be the teachers: quake playing, Trek quoting, industrial/goth music loving, Lucas whores. Finding enough teachers that could stimulate the children to learn without either boring them to tears or scaring them would be a job I'd run and hide from in abject terror. "Are we safe from the boogie man?" What am I doing writing about this. I don't know anything about this. I'm venting my frustration with my educators. English!!? What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you let anyone study that? Christ, I'd've been better off studying Etruscan or had better luck getting some cash with a healthy knowledge of alchemy.

With that, the self-pitying lad with a BA in English trundles off to the coffee shop, notebook and Dostoevsky under his arm. Dostoevsky screams and struggles to get away, but his influence gives voice to a testicle borne of a hack. what you gonna do F.D.?

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