arrBlogEntry[0] = new Array('2005.04.07', 'So I find out today that two of my poems were published in Autumn of 2003, but the publisher didn\'t, I guess, have the time to notify me, send me a copy of the journal\(European Judaism\), thank me, or what. Fishy? Sure curbs the enthusiasm. It reminds me of the first poem I had published in a major journal, and, excited, I opened my copy, only to find that the entire second page was, uh, not there.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[1] = new Array('2005.04.08', 'Today I picked up Luca, the brother of my god-daugher, at school, then had a private god-parents birthday for Riva. I bought her a drag-with-you articulated green and yellow alligator and she seems to like it. She reallly is a doll. We played all the usual fun. Luca is, as usual, a complete bundle of energy. He decided that he would be a lion, and I would be a slow gazelle, and that then he would eat my arms and legs and then my head. But I could keep my eyes open when I am dead. Then he was a tiger and I was a giraffe, and, guess what, he would eat me. Then he was a snake-eating monkey, and I was, you guessed it, a snake. Being dead involved not moving while he jumped on me and clawed my skin. It was loads of fun, but he has the strange way of making up rules. Later, when we went to Montbijouplatz to play football, I was neither allowed to score nor kick the ball at the goal. He was Bremen and I was Munchen. I lost.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[2] = new Array('2005.04.09', 'A cold day in Berlin. Spend the morning with Anton and Yvonne discussing the relationship between The American Dream, gambling, and the advent of reality TV. Agreed unanimously that a rose is never just a rose, especially when you are discussing your spouse\'s computer use.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[3] = new Array('2005.04.10', 'Many of you ask how the book\'s doing, and I tend to be very circumspect. Why? First of all, it\'s not quantifiable---18 months ago, I was working on page 134, and then I had a sort of negative epiphany, and I was working on page 1 by the end of the day. A Snakes and Ladders sort of thing. Second of all, sometimes it\'s not so interesting. Flaubert took 6 weeks to write the first sentence of Bouvard et Pecuchet-you think he was telling everyone he knew about sentence syntax? Anyway, I\'ll certainly post the psycho-philosophical brainbursts of novel writing, but to read chapters as I finish them, head to the Novel section.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[4] = new Array('2005.04.11', 'Went to a sort of half poetry slam, half cabaret event.  All the performers sat at a table in the back, piling up the beers. There was so much smoke that I was almost nostalgic for how much time I used to squander watching smoke rise to a given ceiling. The people would wait at the table, smoke, try and crack up the on-stage performer, then they would take their turn--a low-key kind of tagging in. Although it was all in German, there were a couple good short stories, most notably one about how Bruce Willis always wears dirty undershirts in action movies. There were also some wonderful reworkings of Tom Waits and Rammstein songs, a physical acting out on rollerblades of different kinds of sound waves, and a homoerotic ode to a chess champion sung to Joan Jett\'s \'I Love Rock and Roll\'. Who could ask for more?', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[5] = new Array('2005.04.11', 'Sitting in Mamasu pan-Asian cuisine, 50cent on the radio, reading Patricia Waugh\'s Metafiction: The Theory and Practice of Self-Conscious Fiction\(Thanks Almut\), which, right off the bat, suggests that writing that calls attention to itself as a fictional practice, and therefore calls into question the relationship between fiction and reality, tends to occur more often and more radically at times of social tumult. Which brings up a number of questions. Is it reactionary to want an uninterrupted, seamless narrative that doesn\'t question itself? How can one be \'transformed\' by art when it\'s hitting you in the face that you\'re being manipulated? What about concepts of holism, organicity--are they backass illusions of a time that never existed?', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[6] = new Array('2005.04.11', 'Went to the PassionKirche to see a showing of Nosferatu\(1922, F.W. Murnau\) with live music\(piano, choir, drums\).  Halfway through, the DVD broke, which was amusing enough. What was really startling, though, is how it ends. The woman sends her husband away, allowing Nosferatu to enter her home.  He, in turn, is so engrossed in drinking her blood, that he neglects or chooses not to see the approaching dawn. No hero, no fight scene. Only the vampyr, who is so in love with Frau Hutter that he must himself burn with the dawn.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[7] = new Array('2005.04.16', 'After screwing up the keywords for this webpage, I was, for a few weeks, non-googlable. Now I am once again visible in a google search. Whew. What a relief. I exist once again.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[8] = new Array('2005.04.18', 'I saw one of the worst music pieces I have ever seen. Almost everyone was holding their ears. You know, when I was 20-ish and I saw The Boredoms at Slim\'s in SF and the lead singer brought out an airhorn and sounded it off until he had cleared the hall, and then they started playing music again, I thought it was cool. But I\'m 35 now, and if it\'s harder to recover from hangovers, it\'s harder still to find something redeeming within something unlistenable.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[9] = new Array('2005.04.24', 'Seder at the Glick/Carmichael clan. Good people, good food. Laura has put together her own haggadah, and it\'s great, complete with funky pictures of plagues. Somewhere in the seder was an odd reference to Hell. Since when do Jews believe in hell? Tell me if you know...Also a nice bike ride with Mike and Ria to see the tulips!', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[10] = new Array('2005.04.25', 'It is awesome to drink coffee when sitting on the canal. It is awesome to drink beer when sitting on the canal.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[11] = new Array('2005.05.07', 'For the first time in our 10 year relationship, Laura and I are sick at the same time. What does this mean? An ongoing rock, paper, scissors for stumbling to the store, much banter about the pros and cons of Oprah vs. Dr. Phil \(how\'d that be for Celebrity Death Match?\).', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[12] = new Array('2005.05.10', 'Broken the \$4,000 mark for AIDS\/LIFECYCLE 4 donations!', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[13] = new Array('2005.05.17', 'Wanna know how to say \"You have turned to the dark side\" in Dutch? It\'s \"je hebt naar de donkere kant overgestapt.\" How mellifluous.<br><Br>Rant---okay, we went to see the Star Wars movie, and yes, it was better, with some exciting fight scenes and a number of plausible reasons why Anakin would overstap, but none of that makes it a good movie. \"Because the other two sucked and this one\'s much better\" is not a good reason to say this is a good movie. It has been argued that George Lucas disdains major elements of moviemaking such as dialogue and acting, and yet, despite the total lack of quality in both categories, why are people calling this movie \"almost a classic?\" Hello, folks, if a movie has bad acting and a bad screenplay, then it can\'t possibly rate any higher than average. You can\'t give someone props for improving on shit when they\'re spending 300 million dollars to do it.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[14] = new Array('2005.05.22', 'Sitting outside at Cafe Wilhemina with <a href=\"http://www.sarawookey.com\">Sara Wookey</a>, and, as often happens, the waitron doesn\'t come out to give us a menu for 25 minutes, and then gets a little pissy when we go inside to ask for a menu. In response, to describe Dutch waitrons, we coin the term \"Cicada Service\"---cicadas being insects that only hatch every 17 years or so. Usage: Q: How was the restaurant? A: The bitterballen rocked, but it was total cicada service.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[15] = new Array('2005.05.27', 'My first moment in the US in 6 months: Memorial Day Friday, 4:45pm, in Dulles International Airport. Insane madhouse. I feel, well, back. But later, on the flight from DC to LA, I have a special moment, one that has never happened before, one that hopefully I\'ll be able to reproduce, one that makes me question the entire pathos of airplane panic, the sweaty palms, the multiple (and I mean multiple) trips to the no smoking lavatory, the staring out the window, thinking how much I love everyone: I fall asleep. I dream on the airplane. Oh My God, my life is now, suddenly, in blossom.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[16] = new Array('2005.05.29', 'Get up at 4:30, wait until 6, get on the bike, and I\'m immediately rewarded with Inspiration Point in the Presidio. Sunrise, the quiet city, the smell of pine. And the hills, the hills that I\'ve been quietly fretting about? oh, they\'re nothing.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[17] = new Array('2005.06.01', 'Broke $5000. Awesome. Four days until AIDS/LIFECYCLE. I can\'t wait.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[18] = new Array('2005.06.02', 'I miss my scoobie. Ik mis 3.1417.', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[19] = new Array('2005.06.15', 'AIDS Ride was awesome. <a href=\"ar2005/index.html\">Read Journal</a>', '','', '');
arrBlogEntry[20] = new Array('2005.06.30', 'Went to see dear friends Susanna, Chuck, Frankie, Jessie, Glenda, Penelope, and Rocket in Crockett and Davis, respectively. Good stuff, and thanks! Also I learned (courtesy of Rocket) that if I face him in a Light Saber match, I will be beheaded each and every time.', '','', '');