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The Hogs of Entropy 0698
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888 888 888 888 888 "If It's Bikini Kill,
888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 It Must Be Friday"
888 888 888 888 888 " by Shana
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I'm sitting at the desk I picked up at Kmart. Had to assemble it;
it's essentially pressboard held together with scotch tape. Maybe it wasn't
a good resting place for my fax machine after all. No one fucking faxes me
anyway, though. I just turned 22. Why do I need a fax machine?
I am becoming the Internet Male (tm). An unhealthy obsession with
techno-toys is certain to shorten my lifespan. Or maybe I'm just projecting
my desire to not quit smoking. Remind me to buy a cell phone and palm pilot.
Friday night and I'm getting intimate with Wordpad. Rich NYU
neighbors downstairs are playing the best of K Records. Right. Like they
know about being oppressed females. One of the girls is actually thinking
about buying rights to a film she saw in Cannes. Meanwhile, the latest
count of junkies on my doorstep is six. How many of those six are alive is
an entirely different question.
Shit, I just noticed the sticker on my desk lamp (sitting on my third
world country-manufactured desk) says to use a 60 watt or lower lightbulb.
The one screwed in is 75 watts. I guess you could say I like to live
dangerously.
What else is there to do in the East Village on a Friday night? Go
to a $4 Amstel Light bar and pick up a graphic designer named Alan? Just
think, I'll be missing out on fascinating discussion in our post-coital
bliss. "Yeah, Shana, I really like desktop publishing. I just wish it
weren't so, you know, mainstream. I've got these great pictures I drew of
anime characters..."
"Wow, Alan, it must be tough for you. Coming from the subculture of
statistics majors and the rugby team at U Penn, and now to bed of this
little maroon-haired girl half your age, listening to Belle and Sebastian
and discussing Wittgenstein for two hours, I hurt for you. Really I do."
Funny place, the East Village. The kids with spikes and blue hair
can no longer afford apartments here. They squat, wondering where their
next tattoo will come from, while I'm cozy and content with my 85 channel
cable box. Some New Yorkers say Avenue A stands for adventurous. I say
Avenue A stands for Asshole crackhead, get outta my stairwell. I need to
get to work.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #698 - WRITTEN BY: SHANA - 6/18/99 ]
