Tuesday, May 28, 2002
"People, forget what they're telling you--the whistle blowers; times are free. Times are free!" Jaime said bright with frustration.
- kimmel 3:36 PM

Thursday, May 23, 2002
I feel a potent, golden light; stronger than radiation, she vibrates nowadays, flickering here and there searing people daily with her unseen flares. It’s as if she’s remnant of a nuclear future here to visit from across time.
- kimmel 1:13 PM

Friday, May 17, 2002
this is a proTest
This is not.
- kimmel 3:30 PM

Wednesday, May 15, 2002
Imagine the zeal of these escapists most exalted by the second episode of the Star Wars genre airing tomorrow. Who else but a human could have such fun?
- kimmel 9:45 PM

Tuesday, May 14, 2002
Those unlucky "used-to-be-Marlboro now switched to American Spirits cigarette smokers" who have been duped by (granola, hippy etc.) expert-marketing strategy, coupled with a dose of your every day Native American exploitation might want to read this:

Santa Fe Natural Tobacco Company Corporate Identity Statement:

Santa Fe Natural Tobacco Company, maker of Natural American Spirit additive-free tobacco products, is a small company founded in Santa Fe, New Mexico in 1982 with the purpose of producing high-quality, natural tobacco products. In January 2002, Santa Fe Natural Tobacco Company merged with R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Holdings, Inc. Santa Fe Natural continues to operate with its current employees as an independent and autonomous subsidiary of R.J. Reynolds.

Remember folks, if they sell it at 7-11, its gotta be BIG TOBACCO.
- kimmel 6:52 PM

Monday, May 13, 2002
I have nothing to say. I’ve had nothing to say for some time now. Most of these blogs I read are filled with nothing to say. Why should I be endeared with what somebody ate for dinner last evening?

Rather, let me hear your heart. Let me hear from the whisperer—the one who motivates those fingers to type. She is what I relate to.
- kimmel 3:32 PM

Tuesday, May 07, 2002
I do apologize for my lack of entries during these days. I will say my energy is occupied with composition of the novel in question. By all accounts the thing has a mind of its own, nevertheless, I do press the keys and therefore consider myself responsible.

There’s an additional reason for my neglect. Simply I feel like this whole lot has become quite one sided. I long for you, my friends—this curious hodgepodge of dare I say, admirers, fans, what have you. We are the same, you and I. I write you read. You write, but I never get to read. There then is the quandary—an imbalance. If you don’t write to me, how can I write to you?

‘Course I know my plea is fruitless. And this is okay. I am an author and authors live this strange way. A way only an author knows, a way misunderstood and glamorized, a way that makes me realize (actually makes me know) I’m more than my words. Oh how I’m so more than my words. I mean if we (you and I) could only talk, or eat, or throw a Frisbee; then, why of course, then you would know how we’re so much more than our words.

Thanks. Write me, okay.
- kimmel 6:01 PM

Thursday, May 02, 2002
Elusive. I (meaning me the author) have been quite elusive to my tender audience. Partly out of sloth. Partly out of drought. Partly so as to organize myself—center myself as they say.

Taking a huge step back, like that fairy tale Beanstalk Giant, only to land miles from the peaks, changes the perspective. The view from the flat plains makes pebbles out of the mountains.

So it’s said.
- kimmel 12:06 AM