10.11.00 : space of the madelaine

Friday 10th November

sorry for this long break. things have gotten pretty heavy here. but i've been loving the new wave of emails and all the speculation on where-when-who-to whom one writes. some of the stuff was pretty funny specially when it betrayed a bit of personal history (or maybe my personal history). like the idea of the screen as a confessionary pane which brought me back to jesuit school in northeastern brazil in the early sixties. kind of a dark madellaine that unpacked a whole mixture of smells--sweat under black heavy clothes, the priest's breath coming through the pane, insense etc. is this the scene of writing? like in a temple, in contrition? a temple where living pillars let out sometimes confuse words? (sorry for my poor translation)

just a ps to counterbalance julie's perception of dr. shane. when i see his signature it always reminds me of the west coast rapper such as dr.dre whose skills are just as awesome.

sergio