Monthly Archives: October 2004

It would almost be worth training to be a designer just so I could join Elite Designers Against Ikea.

Well, last night I told him I loved him more than I loved the internet.

It’s a start, at least.

(See here if you don’t know what I’m talking about.)

Somehow, something here seems not quite right:

From a conversation I had with E.S.–no, I haven’t told him yet–after a brief spat on Saturday (as I am a southern Jew, and he is a Protestant psychiatrist, clearly we have a lot of these exchanges to look forward to):

E.S.: I just want the lines of communication to be open.
Faustus: Open is fine. Open I have no problem with. Buzzing with electricity 24/7 is another story.
E.S.: But what you said hurt my feelings, and so I wanted to talk about it.

(Faustus says nothing.)

E.S.: Or I could just pretend it didn’t happen and push it down and let it come out in some other, unrelated way.
Faustus: See, that’s totally where we need to get you to.