Sweet pickles and frijoles! For a few weeks I could access my blog without the use of a proxy, but guess they have cut our wings and left us handicapped. Little do they know that backdrops and subterranean hangouts are most proliferous under acts that obviously will cause rebellion. Will any reader prevail when the man who puts the pen on the paper fades out of the picture? You know God damn right it will, written expression is like a virus or like narcotics: it doesn't matter if you don't like 'em, the problem is when they like you!

I've decided that I will not see too much movies, series or documentaries. I think I need to read more. There is no greater satisfaction than to know, to be amazed, to be awed, like the information on this page: http://www.sitchin.com/ Read the book, it's also awesome.

Next in my order of peculiar catastrophies, I was supposed not to go out this week, but have been out almost every night. It seem that for me every time I say " I WILL NOT " I forget to the NOT and put much effort in the I WILL. That's so me. I will probably head today to 2kolegas and satisfy my need for muscial expression, jamming with the jammers and kicking it with the kickers.

For those who read and write or do some sort of artistic expression, tonight's jam will be for you. For those who don't do shit, well, just go watch a movie.

Jack Raif