Dreamt that Lefty had come out as gay; of course in the dream there was nothing between when we stopped talking and now—I mean that is to say he’d never gotten married. I didn’t really love his new boyfriend that much—both of them seemed very straight, and he smoked. I think they lived in some house that was like near outdoors, a creek, like Cameron’s FBDO house or something. We talked about Kate Bush.

Love this:

[M]aybe even Neruda got exhausted sometimes from the great pressure to be original and not cursi–after a long day of racking his brain for inspired, fresh symbols of love for his poems, perhaps the most he could muster up for Matilde was a little teddy bear he’d pick up at a nearby store.

Each set of lovers forms their own language and lexicon composed of their significant symbols and code words

Te extraño, snugglepumpkin.

Another therria dream

Not exactly a chat, not exactly e-mail, leaving messages for her like in the sentence correction interface. I said something to her first and she was nothing but nasty to me, but I figured if she was giving me withering replies, she still wanted me to try to get her back.

Another therria dream. This time likely prompted by wondering if she saw my pic. We kind of made up; she held my hand, and it was very good. I got her tickets to Stanhope. She had changed; we all have.

Another thing I’ve been saying forever

[Corporations] are amoral. They're driven purely by their constitutional requirement to turn as large a profit as possible for their shareholders. People can be good or evil, ambitious or lazy, angry or fearful – plcs are none of these things. They unthinkingly, unswervingly, pursue money – that is their programming.

…I really don't think this amorality is a problem, as long as it's understood. If you walk into the lion's enclosure at a zoo and the lion eats you, it's your fault. When we expect large companies to act out of motives other than financial self-interest, we only have ourselves to blame.