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i haven't really been paying attention to this movie as it's been playing, but it's been soaking in as i write. in the credits, it says it's based on The Brothers Karamozov. Maybe I needed to be paying more attention, but I didn't see that at all.

plot summary:
- catholic bishop pushes for more heretic burnings
- man who claims to be jesus reborn slated to be burnt
- bishop reams him out for being such an ineffectual prophet
- jesus kisses him
- jesus burns

there are only 19 more minutes of daylight in chicago than in london today. it's the shortest day of the year; 7 hours and 49 minutes of daylight at latitude 51? 30' North; longitude 0? 0' East.

actually, it's much longer than i had thought. but, then, i've got no frame of reference. during the week, i'm on the train toward hemel-hempstead by 7:30 (a half hour before sun rise) and on the train back to vauxhall at 5:50 (two hours after sunset) most of the light that enters my eyes during the course of my average weekday comes from a CRT.

on the weekends, on a good day, i'll be up at noon with 3 hours of daylight left. and i'm not likely to go out during those three hours. i find it hard to get around to putting on my trousers on the weekends (and damn the british for making me say "trousers".)

"um,... maybe this is the wrong time to bring it up,... but i think i left my anaconda in the back of your honda."

If you google Jason Wadsworth, you'll find this guy. This guy is not me.

http://www.fullnet.com/u/decrone3/members/jason_w.htm

Seaside Cove

Barcelona rocks, Edinburgh rocks.... what the hell is wrong with London?

i just woke up from a dream...

i don't remember the first part of the dream very well, it involved borrowing a gigantic spliff from a therapist, ostensibly for my cat (who had a disgusting gaping wound on it's belly, but was batting around a wadded-up piece of paper anyway. the cat was actually fine, it just looked revolting and scary), but, actually to give incentive to my employees, who were engaged in some sort of illicit work. i don't remember what they were doing, but it was dodgy, and extremely secret; life-and-death sort of secret.
i wish i remembered more of this part; it was a long, involved espionage saga, though it never ended. it somehow merged into...

on the train home tonight, i saw a guy with a half of a cigarette and a handful of weed borrow a rolling paper from a homeless guy. after handing over the paper, the homeless guy asked if he could have a little bit. the other guy, in the process of rolling a joint on the train, said "You want a little bit? Just a little bit?" and taunted him for a good minute and half before saying no, because "this is money. you've got no money."

walked home in the rain last night. got wet.

crystal waters - gypsy woman

la da dee, la da da

classic, and what a dancer!

i went out tonight with duncan, but i didn't do a damned thing. well, i had dinner at an overpriced fish and chips place in pimlico. the only thing i can figure is that it was designed to take money from tourists. it was good, but no different than what i could have gotten in chicago for half the price. ...not quite as romantic as one might think.

besides that, we just wandered the streets of london. went to a pub and then were turned away from several more. i'm not used to this be-wasted-by-eleven scene. everything but the clubs close at eleven. there's nothing like the beachwood here.

i tried to call laurette, the girl we met last weekend at a bar in islington. i think she may have been a bit embarrassed when i called... she was incredibly drunk when we met. but she didn't apologize for giving me her number. not that i expected her, too, but duncan seemed to think it was appropriate. it makes me think again about emailing simon, the art student who talked my ear off about his view of america, art ,and pop culture in general. he kept insisting that he wanted to me to email him, but he could barely form sentences by the time he left. email is pretty harmless, though. if i can come up with something to say, i'll probably drop him a few bits. email is probably safer with him anyway, he almost poked his eye out several times on my glasses. i've never met such a close talker.