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hola, alles-

shust a qwick note across miles & parsecs to thank thank all hosts of my fornicalia sojourn, generous friends & family for their wunnnerful hoss-peetal-itee…

got sickk in elLAy, cdn’t help it. & my sony vaio krashed, too. adriano, don’t feel guilty. all for the best, i wd hazard. a possible chilango by th name of gonzalez-ibarra is trying to recover data for me as of last sunday. called sony just before. big corporate shrug.

what else can i say. obrigado a dino- miraldino his true complete baptismal given name- for th funkiest, coolest, most affordable internet access in old san juan.

ok, nitty gritty: my *($##@!!%^& accountant still playin hide & seek w/ me- drove into SJ all for nothing today (except this long-overdue gratinuity). rescheduled for friday ten-thirty. this guy has my return for 2000, still. DEFINITELY need a new accountant.

so i’m not flyin out to frankfurt on thursday. amsterdam, probably, end of june to mid-july. so, y’all come down!!! th beach house is pretty now after a month of my lovingly compulsive half-brother & his sweetly prussian wife. seriously: grapevines sprouting, papaya trees finding their strength, clean, orderly house, seagrape trees blooming- though th fruit will not be ripe until september…

so, y’re welcome alex, & wendy, & adriano, mark, diane, whoever.

bigbig hugs to all,

davidjay=(8{>

full moon bright, no run.

roger daltrey’s voice wrenches I’m Free! in my ear. I’m Free I’m Free

ondaroadagainnhnnnhnnnhn-ondaroadagainhnnnhnhnnhn dnnhn dnnhn

TGIF. alone again/natchurlee. talk to me. there was something you wanted to say. it’s th spell of th bay, bay at th moon, moon over yr full face in wonder, no question- no answer…better. free again.

better the pressure of place or placeless than th pressure of time. better lares, lar solar: sun lot, fenced in fencer…?

no room, something happened when i was forty.

a song to see me through overfull belly numb steps. why rule? which rules? domain over hope, higher-archy

i don’t get it, maybe i refuse, resist, revolt, resent, rebraid recover aid or trade in place place web as lace…

dream with me. share the dream to ground it & thicken a true foundation

love, d=(8{>

The currency markets far and away eclipse the dollar amount traded through any stock market. About $2 trillion per day of currencies is traded around the world.

Every country’s currency changes hands, is equated to new terms, is, in fact, born again.

But if I gave Jury a dollar, she’d give me a dollar back. Nothing would change day to day. That’s the irony. Out there, in the world, things are different. Inside here, a dollar can only be traded for another dollar. It’s worth that much, or that little, depending how you look at it.

“At the end of the day it’s all perception,” Jury says. “If I perceive a currency to be going down in value, based on all the factors I just told you, then I’d sell it. If I perceived that value to be increasing, then I’d buy it.”

In Paulos Coehlo’s novel “The Alchemist,” a young man goes out into the world to find a someone who can make gold. He has the ingredients. He has the alchemy. The point of the book is that it’s the young man’s experience of going out into the world that is the true alchemy. Out there, life is all one big foreign exchange.

It’s what he perceives to be valuable that counts.

This column is excerpted from the book, “What Money Really Means.” For more information, visit http://www.allworth.com/Catalog/BL270.htm

amStrand: on th beach as it crumbles & is washed away…

you dreamed a far off world traveling through a winning country

to see another set of eyes sharing the web you write

you could win a free plane

to lead a city in Asifricuropica

hallo, hullo, hello justin et al-

whoops- blew th deadline.

why submit a proposal anyway? maybe as a way to integrate other projects i would hope to further in europe…as a way to reverse my tendency towards isolation by linking more actively to zinesters & online journalizers in general- exercising my dreadfully impaired capabilities for ‘coherence, plausibility & vision…’ (some of th other projects-

1- grow ‘wanderlustmedia’ into an effective (non-profit?) micro-sponsor of (alternative) art

projects that address & deal with human restlessness & boundary-testing…

2- instigate & link up a team dedicated to creating software using th b2b-supply chain model to enable & empower co-operative coffee producers to sell as directly as possible to

small roasters…)

…so i wonder if i may end up trying ‘blogger’ or another available ’solution’ so i have alternatives to posting & publishing if i can’t connect my laptop?

another creative habit i’ve developed is to make small collages using free postcards-

they collect, unsent &waiting; until i scan & document them…

best to ya, wish me luck…d=(8{>

amStrand: on th beach as it crumbles & is washed away…

you dreamed a far off world traveling through a winning country

to see another set of eyes sharing the web you write

you could win a free plane

to lead a city in Asifricuropica

hallo, hullo, hello justin et al-

whoops- blew th deadline.

why submit a proposal anyway? maybe as a way to integrate other projects i would hope to further in europe…as a way to reverse my tendency towards isolation by linking more actively to zinesters & online journalizers in general- exercising my dreadfully impaired capabilities for ‘coherence, plausibility & vision…’ (some of th other projects-

1- grow ‘wanderlustmedia’ into an effective (non-profit?) micro-sponsor of (alternative) art

projects that address & deal with human restlessness & boundary-testing…

2- instigate & link up a team dedicated to creating software using th b2b-supply chain model to enable & empower co-operative coffee producers to sell as directly as possible to

small roasters…)

…so i wonder if i may end up trying ‘blogger’ or another available ’solution’ so i have alternatives to posting & publishing if i can’t connect my laptop?

another creative habit i’ve developed is to make small collages using free postcards-

they collect, unsent &waiting until i scan & document them…

best to ya, wish me luck…d=(8{>

amStrand: on th beach as it crumbles & is washed away…

you dreamed a far off world traveling through a winning country
to see another set of eyes sharing the web you write
you could win a free plane
to lead a city in Asifricuropica

hallo, hullo, hello justin et al-

whoops- blew th deadline.
why submit a proposal anyway? maybe as a way to integrate

other projects i would hope to further in europe…as a way to reverse my tendency towards isolation by

linking more actively to zinesters & online journalizers in general- exercising my dreadfully impaired

capabilities for ‘coherence, plausibility & vision…’ (some of th other projects-
1- grow ‘wanderlustmedia’ into an effective (non-profit?) micro-sponsor of (alternative) art
projects that address & deal with human restlessness & boundary-testing…
2- instigate & link up a team dedicated to creating software using th b2b-supply chain model to enable &

empower co-operative coffee producers to sell as directly as possible to

small roasters…)

…so i wonder if i may end up trying ‘blogger’ or another available ’solution’ so i have alternatives to

posting & publishing if i can’t connect my laptop?
another creative habit i’ve developed is to make small collages using free postcards-
they collect, unsent &waiting; until i scan & document them…
best to ya, wish me luck…d=(8{>

amStrand: on th beach as it crumbles & is washed away…

you dreamed a far off world traveling through a winning country
to see another set of eyes sharing the web you write
you could win a free plane
to lead a city in Asifricuropica

hallo, hullo, hello justin et al-

whoops- blew th deadline.
why submit a proposal anyway? maybe as a way to integrate

other projects i would hope to further in europe…as a way to reverse my tendency towards isolation by

linking more actively to zinesters & online journalizers in general- exercising my dreadfully impaired

capabilities for ‘coherence, plausibility & vision…’ (some of th other projects-
1- grow ‘wanderlustmedia’ into an effective (non-profit?) micro-sponsor of (alternative) art
projects that address & deal with human restlessness & boundary-testing…
2- instigate & link up a team dedicated to creating software using th b2b-supply chain model to enable &

empower co-operative coffee producers to sell as directly as possible to

small roasters…)

…so i wonder if i may end up trying ‘blogger’ or another available ’solution’ so i have alternatives to

posting & publishing if i can’t connect my laptop?
another creative habit i’ve developed is to make small collages using free postcards-
they collect, unsent &waiting until i scan & document them…
best to ya, wish me luck…d=(8{>

as my mood cycle reaches bottom i begin to remember my dreams-
a recent one may give an idea of my overwhelming, inescapable sense of futility:
i may be on th street, among strangers- i’m asking people for help-
i may have had a stroke, because i can’t form words very well-
i’m trying as hard as i can to make myself understood & to convey my sense of urgency, but
everyone turns away in bafflement, suspicion or outright disgust.
if my life is truly at stake here, i need to just make my peace & accept my fate.
there certainly seems to be no point to any of my efforts. i give up, i surrender.

in practical terms: i expect to finally close my account w/ centennial de puerto rico, handing in my celphone,

losing my internet service provider & desktop-home email capability until…i find a new ISP, maybe in spain…
my yahoo emailbox again becomes my electronic ‘poste restante’- general delivery- window as i gear up for

travel
yet again-
tentatively flying into amsterdam january 20th. meanwhile, i have to take this machine in for a look at th sony

store-
battery’s dead & v.90, 56k modem can’t seem to connect faster than 28.8kbps…more like 19.2…
oh, i backed up into a crumbling fire hydrant & busted th loading backdoor on my toyota rav4.
my fallen angel mechanic friend, radames, is combing junkers for a scavenged replacement & it looks bad.
how much will a new door from toyota be? something over 900bucks…plus installation labor…
sue th town of vega baja for damages? if i hadn’t paid up th remaining ten months on my loan, insurance might

have covered some of th costs.
on top of everything else, putxo my half-grown tomcat’s gone missing for two weeks as of next tuesday. i just

hope he’s alive & okay, but i miss him terribly. best company i’ve had in th last year- even if th evidence

points to him as cause for last summer’s illness. guess his purpose in my life was to keep me in puerto rico

through 2001.
happy new year, y’all. d=(8{>

another saturday night
another saturday night
another saturday night another saturday night another saturday night another saturday night another saturday

night another saturday night another saturday night another saturday night another saturday night another

saturday night another saturday night

tuesday before last was bright yet humid. sweltering. i copped out on running so i was up until three or so.
as i finally drifted off in th relief of predawn cool, a rainstorm hit.
it was still pouring when i got out of bed- cool, bleak grey outside even approaching noon.

wednesday, after much acrimony, we (actually, my brother javier) signed th contract w/ new tenants taking over
th corner shop in dr.dad’s building behind city hall in vega baja-
a young lebanese guy & his uncle who made who knows what kind of arrangements w/ th jeweler closing shop after

renting from my dad for 30 years w/out so much as a raise in th rent- exchanging key money, remodeling
th locale & moving stock in while my brothers & i scrambled around dumbfounded & bickering about what th hell

to do…
so javier decides to party it up & turns up at th beach house high as a kite around eight. nonstop rant for

three hours or so- mixing arabs, anthrax, armageddon, family issues… kept it going while i struggled to keep

calm & focused on working out, taking a shower, sitting zazen…i lost it & told him to leave me th fuck alone,

got ready to get into th car & go but…
shied away from confrontation when he barked back he wouldn’t let me leave, he wasn’t staying anyway…not in

this house!
after going to bed, he kept coming to th door throughout th night to loudly insist on his obsessive points

about arabs, anthrax, armageddon- for th hundredth, hundred&first, hundred&second,hundred& third time- now hurt

& offended
& sanctimonious & insisting on further points about family, alberto’s drinking & his relationship w/ ani…
being a christian includes having th right to tell me how to live my life down to how to park my car, when to

feed th cat…
he made up his mind to leave around six in th morning. took me maybe half an hour to wind down, relax & finally

drift
off to sleep.
i went for a long warmup stroll in th stubborn drizzle thursday, & managed to run 25 minutes…
no break in th clouds until saturday- after a few hours, another front & more rain. massive floods.

look look at all i bring- ‘el que mucho abarca poco aprieta’
th trail of rotten fruit droppd behind me because my grasp, my eyes
were bigger than my prey my ord’nance my carry my targets my meat

not one, not one is true
runs my singsong road chant, my night drive mantra

i’ve been sleepwalking thru th flooded movie set
for th wetlands ’round my childhood home
collapsing in th cold silent searchlight glare