Looks like i’m stuck with you as editor since you ALMST get it

Gonna finish it today and mail it out probably Monday since i’ll be broke till then…there were a few passages that go nowhere and a whole lot of rhythmic changes—one day i’ll have to go print out the original and read it—MY writing is like vomitting…gotta get it out & usually you don’t look at it afterwards

Will call later if i ain’t burnt out from dealing with Dell…NEED a monstrous bestseller so i can go on oprah & the rest of ‘em and badmouth Vista until BG Millenium Editions it

RYC—i’d tell you to read Nadel’s book, but that might change your editting style

In it he says:  the Sambo dolls suggest infinite possibilities and show that the meaning of a black image depends on its interpreters, just as the meaning of betrayal depends on one’s loyalties.

In Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man Tod Clifton is NOT a Sambo…he disappears and comes back SELLING SAMBO dolls.  It makes you wonder what Obama will do if he doesn’t get to the finals…but in no way do i think Barack a Sambo.  In fact, he’s what i would have been if i had taken that path, which is why i end it with the Patti Smith outro.

White guilt and bored kids is what’s propelling the Obama campaign right now…it’ll die in November?

Fainally get to hear your radio show…made it to 12:10 at least…you know i ain’t gonna sit thru the yoga

Did you find out what that opening music was…sound Floydish although i know it ain’t pink.  Did your mother get the present…got no e-mail confirmation and am wondering if i got scammed

What the hell is ‘PREM’  Saw that for the first time on your comment…lawd knows what MyXangaSpacebook is gonna come up with next