Well, I thought it was crazy too, but...t... I supposed that the feminine hetero butt is partly a reified fashion statement, the heart-shaped butt of high-waisted jeans--the various butt types which I shouldn't list until the publication of my North American field-guide--which if merely neglected, not striven for, results in an unaffected look, i.e. lesbian butt. And it is truely weird to look at how people can mold themselves to the fashions of their culture and times, can project themselves, variously, so, I let that one pass. If nothing else, it's funny.

Oddly, my other co-worker at the time was a lesbian woman who was deeply predjudiced against bi-sexuals, because--here's the devil's thesis--because they HURT twice as many people. I thought for a moment (I'm slow with math) then said Are you sure they're working a double-shift? She felt she had been dumped because it was simply easier for her girlfriend to be straight.

Guest, I had wanted to ask you how, particularly, the ideas in hip-hop were interesting to you, what you do with them. I've had an extended crisis about what to listen to, what to play, because many things I really like I can't quite identify with playing, can't do it--old art-rock folk-rock stuff I grew up with, things that seem laminated in a yellowing commercial plastic film, I guess. I'm finding I can use elements I like to write my own tunes more, and actually better, than by trying to be flat-out "original" (which winds up just as if I had borrowed and stole anyway, but more tortured, and lamer). And I also wanted to say that I think the deadening sameness of rap might be a result of the heavy commercialization of it, it became a sales formula really fast, which is unfortunate. I can't really claim I like it, hard as I try, but some is very funny, which is hard to manage.

Oh, and Twain on exercise. Maybe it figures that his was the first biography I ever read. I hate all the stuff about exercising to be healthy. Hooray for that crap. As if there was nothing worthwhile to actually do in the world, we should all be doing fake work in the interest of living longer our useless, senseless, vainglorious lives. I don't mind people working out, mind you, but it's essentially something you do just for yourself, like masturbating, and nothing anyone needs to congratulate you for. In fact, now that I think of it, next time I hear someone talking about how much they jog or what they lift, I'll feel free to share how I'm doing on my program of strenuous, rigorous masturbation. You can bench-press 230? Cool. Guess what I can do.