The sad truth is that most people going through the day, actively pursuing their business, don't have any idea you're alive. Nothing is personal. They aren't trying to wound you; they're too busy protecting their own wounds. - Arthur Jeon, City Dharma

A few of what I'm sure have been many letters to the Berkeley Daily Planet with regard to the Code Pink brouhahaha. One can only imagine the vitriol flung by Becky O'Malley at those who disagree with her opinion. That paper doesn't even make an attempt to be objective.

I went to see David Roche read tonight at Cody's. Why, Dimi, why you do this to me? I'm talking here about the audience. Berkeley audiences at readings are retarded. Total sycophants. Faux smiles throughout. I found it insulting, frankly. As Roche talked about his disfigurement, they just kept kissing his ass. Could this really be the point to why he was up there?

St. Mary's professor killed

This is so sad. Though I never knew John Dennis, I probably saw him on campus. He seems like an interesting, engaging, and definitely intelligent guy. What a terrible way to die.

Valium's the best

Nothing like ending up at the Alta Bates ER bright and early on a Saturday. Let's look at the bright side: I am super-stoned right now and it's legal. Fucking-A YES!

Another plus of meditation: The ability to think through something I've written, and decide it's enough to think it ... and not make it public.

And why am I up at 3 am?

I'm waiting for the Ibuprofen to work. A few weeks ago I injured my back at the gym. A few nights of pain and then it was fine. Then I re-injured it and have been trying to take it easy. Then today I did a few crunches. Big mistake.

Damn. This hurts so much. I can't wait for the drugs to work so I can pass back out again.