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caught from behind

I found another Anxiety Bug on the carpet last night. I don't know the actual name of the insect: it's some sort of black coleopteran with red marks that looks kind of like this one, but with longer antennae. I call them Anxiety Bugs because a bunch of them started infesting my door at the same time that I flipped out in October. I'd come home from class and there would be literally fifty of these bugs crawling around my door and nobody else's. I honestly wasn't sure if they were real for a while. Of course they got inside and I'd see them in the kitchen and bathroom and so on at two in the morning and it was just unsettling. I finally dispatched them with enough insecticide to kill a horse, and I know it's probably befouling the water supply as I type and I do feel bad about that, but honestly, these bugs were horrific. After the weather dropped below freezing they vanished and I hadn't seen any for about three months until last night. Hmm.

Anyway, for lack of any other explanation re: yesterday's missing eggs, I'm theorizing that the Anxiety Bugs took them to feed their larvae.

Astronomers suggest a way to shift Earth's orbit, thus keeping the planet habitable for billions of years into the future as the sun expands, until the inevitable nova. Really, I'd like to believe that the species is going to last that long; but Bush's projected missile defense isn't helping matters. It'll be expensive, it's unlikely to work, and it's making Russia and China livid. Come on, folks; not even Republicans actually want to blow up the planet. Right?

Jon Pylypchuk aka Rudy Bust: here's a visual artist who intrigues me. I have a thing for nasty stick figures. He has an exhibition at New York's Petzel gallery: "in his fearless use of themes and materials, nothing is considered too trivial or pathetic."

 

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