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2002-04-02 || 7:36 p.m. || science can be moody. || you see here, on this chart i have assembled, are the many factors contributing to this, the mood in which i am entangled (graphic depiction A: lots of black scribbles and paint splashes). factor 1, you see, is my menstrual cycle (superimposed over factor 1a, the phases of the moon. that smiley face is the moon, see.). following the rise and fall of this arc it is apparent we are in dangerous territory, dangerous territory indeed. estrogen in flux, ladies and gentlemen, progesterone thumpin around like a gatdamn jumping bean. factor 2, ahem, is post-parental visit fallout. that picture there is a blurry photograph taken at approximately 5:37 pm by a traffic violation camera affixed to a stop signal on moulton parkway. note the absolute terror in the girl's face (i realize it is difficult, the film was rather slow for capturing expressions on girls' faces moving at 52 miles an hour) and the way the father's hand is clutching the passenger side door, driver's ed teacher-like. factor 3 is a medley of maps, courtesy of a trusty internet map site, of germany, the state of oregon, and the state of california. the stars represent people i am in love with/miss terribly/keep meaning to write letters to. (i threw in a topographical map of greenland just because i think it's pretty.) factor 4, if you can just pay attention, is the cover of the book i am presently reading, the basic eight. scientific studies of the correlation between my moods and such past books as the catcher in the rye, the bell jar, and a moment's liberty suggest this book, with its crazy unreliable narrative style, cryptic unfolding of events, and unceremonious bloodshed, has what the kids like to call "fucked me up." finally, for the love of you the reader, who no doubt is tired of staring at this shoddy chart (i ran out of staples half-way through. that picture there is actually held on with half a piece of grape sugar-free hubba bubba), factor 5 is a rather clever combination of a god-awful worsening hair cut and my awful job, depicted in this collage i have assembled from clippings from sassy magazine, circa 1991, and promotional pamphlets of uc berkeley. that is supposed to be me there at the computer. that is supposed to be me with the mullet. see how i am crying? it looks like real tears, doesn't it? the secret is dried drops of elmer's glue. they catch the light, don't you think? i have always been in love with martyrs. perhaps in my next chart i will try to make my picture cry real tears, like a magical depiction of the virgin mary. this ends my presentation. i think i will go to bed. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |