Finger Clippings

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#10 4:00 PM
Last night's engagement tested the new function of Elsewhere's Press Office.  The morning began with a revelation produced by editor in Chief noop that allowed for the development and implementation of a stage of events.  Visitors upon arrival were issued a ticket at the store, upon which, a ticket number was written.  Patrons proceeded into the hallway after their bags were thouroughly checked with an elephant wand that squeaks.  Having recieved the document the people recieved no further instructions, and heading down the hallway, turned the corner toward 608 as 606 was evidently blocked (ROAD CLOSED).  The motion, designed to pass into 608 was countered by a boarder patrol officer working for the station.  No uniforms were worn, yet this patrol officer was easily identified by her sharpie drawn mustache and a gun. 

    Side note conversation (Second floor landing, Carolyn, Pritika, and George): "wouldn't it be interesting if people, guys or girls, tattooed mustaches above their lips so that they would need to shave to show it off"---then this morning I read this from Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow, "In the thirties balance of power thinking was still quite strong, the diplomats were all down with Balkanosis, spies with foreign hybrid names lurked in all the stations of the Ottoman rump, code messages in a dozen Slavic tongues were being tattooed on bare upper lips over which the operatives then grew mustaches, to be shaved off only by authorized crypto officers and skin then grafted over the messages by the firms' plastic surgeons...their lips were palimpsests of secret flesh, scarred and unnaturally white, by which they all knew each other."

This marauder signaled people to halt, looking for the validation of their ticket and the signing of proper papers.  Once hey had given their name, email address, street address and phone number, on which was assigned another number which corresponded directly to the number listed as a photograph on the camera.

People then proceeded to the press office where a form was given to fill out, a photo taken, etc.  A big thanks to Shalin, Bing, Sarah Lee, RJ, Jessica, Brian, and Mike for making the night go so smoothly on the downstairs end.

This blog has run long, I started it two hours ago and have lost my way along the way.
I'll end it here and post it now...but I want to wish you all well.
-love ya mean it.