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Thursday, Aug. 07, 2003 / 7:08 p.m. ~The Award For Most Creative SPAM Email Goes To...~ I just received a not so typical bit of email advertising Viagra. Its subject line reads "blueness", and it goes a little something like this: seasonably bible scriven euphemism bonito breakables migrating immensely sardonic bohemia bowie benedictine cosmos critique exclusionary scene hypochlorous mentors populism host coven hydrofluoric illogically technetium 10th bombards idiocy hypothesizer teleprompter pointedly scrawl excite taxonomic illustrious acquitter corroborations thanklessly plebian technocrat tamely medallion tame brainstorm microword expenditure exemplifies crosstalk scooping savaged hour evince illustriousness bordering sausage cowhand hoses counterpoise powder prairie cracking portraiture messieurs boeotian advertise blackburn adjoint ahmedabad mercury aubrey cribbing ponder schlieren explicitness criticised excellently accustoms boiler sculptors scrabble ignoring exited imbalance talked Then there's a break, an image that looks like this:  And then it continues: exclusionary critter terminate sanguine plumbs tertiary expansible amy mauve counterfeiting exemplifiers examiners medicine mescal humans tardy boor portfolio tested talisman may accommodated merger migrations algeria bobbie acclaims cremated creditably mazurka hoydenish hostilely crewmen tattoo bounces albanian aquinas actuating potatoes creaming cosines savage huskiness bothered ethereally beowulf adversities aida midpoints advisees porpoise braziers hover practiced benz horsely hypodermics exacerbate aden excellences meditations counterexamples teethed scouring hotter counterproductive baltimore botanists cozier evoked tensed teas allison ted illiteracy eventuality blinn metallurgist microcoded methyl scription cotta bouncer . Look at that, there's even a period at the end, to indicate it's all over. I wonder at some of these words, like "hoyendish", is that a real word? "blinnn"? Does this list of words, seemingly randomly chosen, have some sort of meaning? Is it a code? 'Mahendra Sabino' sent it to me. To my "joleen" email address. Thanks, Mahendra, I love it. I love it so much I quoted it, in its entirety. So yeah, okay then. I think I'll save it. Every now and then a good piece of Spam comes along. So, what's up? The day started out foggy, very strange for August. It was almost cool, not quite, but almost. In the shade it's still rather nice, but the sun, without the protective ozone layer we once had, is still rather abusively hot and uncomfortable. I heard on the news that the hurricane season is underway, due to be worse than earlier anticipated, with many storms coming ashore. Okay. I remember being in St. John during hurricane season, I remember how cool it got, how we had to put on jackets or sweaters, or at least long sleeves, and I think of the picture of David's friend's new wife at the wheel of their sailboat, sailing us back toward land so we could depart, head back home. I couldn't wait to go home. Nothing's changed in my life, I didn't make friends easily back then either. He was David's friend, and she was his new wife, they weren't my friends. I was left out of conversations, we had no common ground. I expected their boat to be nicer, more like the one the parents rented for the occasion, their son's wedding. But it was cloudy and cool as the weather changed, just in time for us to leave. I can see it still. I can also see the effects of El Nino when I was in Mexico, when we stayed at the little hotel on the beach outside of Tulum Pueblo. Mindy and I. And I can picture, again, as if all memories are based on photographs (great allusion to just that very concept in the film "Capturing the Friedmans", when the Friedman boys discuss their memories of their childhoods as being indistinguishable from the photographs they grew up seeing - is it a memory, or a memory of a photograph of an event?), Mindy and I sitting on the little patio, sand in our feet, hammocks all the way down the beach, blasts of color everywhere, blue trim on the whitewash walls, clouds moving in, dark clouds, temps dropping from low 90s to 70s. And the effects of tequila and local pollo causing major upheaval to my body, alternating vomiting and diarrhea for an entire day and night. I think I survived that too. Where is Dan Rather? Why does Scott Pelley (spelling?) have to inform us Dan is 'away', as if it's a very big secret or some controversial topic inappropriate for the newscast? And why does the CBS Evening News suddenly feel like USA Today, only moving? Animated USA Today. Maybe I don't even want news. Although, despite Arnold's political views, somehow I want him to be governor of something. He commands respect and attention, and he has crawled his way, no, scratched his way, fought his way, to this 'top' where he currently resides. Immigrant, rags to riches. Were there indeed rags? I'm thinking yes. He has the stature of a statesman, and that Austrian accent has always been fun. Anti-Choice? I don't know. Pro-Capital Punishment? Pro-War? Who cares? He's fun! If Bush were fun, the rest would be easier to swallow. If Bush had been Arnold Schwarzenegger all this time, at least we could've respected the guy. Hated what he was doing, the decisions made, the policies rearranged and ruined, but at least he would've given great speeches, he wouldn't have leaned all over every podium, and the smirk would be a large toothy smile. Hmmmm... I got another email, well, amongst the many, from MoveOn.org, something about Gore's speech, but really, if he's not going to join in, aren't his words carrying the same weight as, say, mine? No, not quite, but come on, what is his point? Has he chosen his candidate for endorsement? Not yet? Let us know, Al, can't wait. My Manager (M)'s ignorance is absolutely astounding. I used an incorrect verb tense today. I think I said something like "These is already open", and I said it like Q, in her Southern, speech impediment, hearing impaired, garbled, uneducated drawl. It's rubbing off. I caught msyelf, asked myself what has happened to me, and quickly corrected myself, Jane listening all the while. I don't know what she thought. Again, I want out of my job. The complacency is wearing off, again. Again. By Monday I will have forgotten. Cost of the War in Iraq
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