new digital media studies

anderson pinkster, freeport, maine —

from the busy bee to the bonsai tree —

so: there is a problem.

this website — made by a man who knows no difference in degree or kind between linux and lycos — this website, his url, his site name, his www ip address dot com slash biz — will be on the back cover of the book, as well as in a note to chapter one directing the reader to the website for the foreword by mister williams. so: there is a problem — the site is obscene and the readers are children in my assigned classroom.

you may disagree, and in fact i would like if you do, but: the best line on the website is:

"like sucking the shaft of jesus with the balls of judas" —

those who are familiar with the passion should know all too well — almost embarrassingly so — that judas did indeed have balls. and for those who are jewish (little judases, james might put it) i can only frown and say: thank the burning — if unshaven — bush that you too are cut to the taste.

so: there is a problem — i might have to password protect the site. this will complicate matters in relationship to marketing for the book — which is only a thinly veiled attempt to market myself — but i don't know what else to do until now:

rather that repress the site — cross out with sharpie the url site on the back cover of the book in the copies in the chicago bookstore — rather i will: foreground the otherwise repressed, rend dominate the alternatively marginal, and elevate the scrap to the level of a phd.

i have decided to assign the website to the students who will be forced — invited — to do an analysis of the form and content — new digital media studies — of the website. this will be the midterm. the final: make your own website day, young child. for those of you following along with my academic writings on the site — this splits the difference between symptom and sublimation and advances this gap to the dimension of love.

from kate, back to ula, to park street, fried chick peas at the seed(y) cafe, prance down the commons, argument with mother over the phone about the precise district of "beacon hill" (she used to live there), obstinate refusal to believe her demarcations from memory (she is drunk by 2:30), agreement with mother that we should rename it "beacon shrubs" — bit of laughter — and then generalized discussion about moving to either davis or beacon hill if i inherit the condo. that said, the best interaction of the day was with the lonely police officer outside the new science blding on california ave —

me: "it turned out to be really ugly"

officer: "yeah it looked better in the picture" (perfectly deadpan) —

take stock, said the horoscope, said the andy, said the scope, said the monkey, take stock,

love andy

the worst part of the day: wrongly claiming that there is no charles stop on the red line.

other best part of the day: the grilled cheese — now — at the bee.

until i sport the next report,

andy pink in unleavened heaven

i am reading "figures of history" by jacques ranciere — on recommendation from peter who i don't think has bothered to read it — and it is decent. i like the stated obvious: which is that the word expresses more — horror-wise — than the picture. i think this is true and makes me chagrined for jason and his photographic apparatus and impressed with me and my textual talents. but if i could only jerk off two days in a row, then —

i am shot a look — the heterosexual gaze — by some men on the street, it is simply a look: "why do you get to be gay?" another way of putting this is, "how did it come about that you are gay and i am not (but am)?" or: "how did it happen that you got to be gay and i didn't?" this was the gaze that drooled from the liberated lips of the young marine as he devoured the penis of the sailor in last night's online vid. i would post the website and provide my password. but i figure — just use yours, bud. take stock, andy, take stock —

xo sex ho,

andy p