“Never drive a car when you’re dead.”

Yup, that’s good advice from Mr. Waits.

Warning, I’m in an odd mood, which does not bode well for you Reader.

I want to talk about the Cut Up technique. William S. Burroughs gave it a name. Hugh MacDairmid used it extensively. DJ Spooky uses it… another disciple of Burroughs.

In a nutshell, the Cut Up Technique is taking one piece of work, slicing it up, rearranging it, and creating a wholly new work. Burroughs did this by folding papers and using scissors. MacDairmid was said to simply slice off lines of his never ending poem and give them out like Tic-Tacs. Spooky takes fragments of songs and pieces them together.

Offices are perfect places to practice and witness the Cut Up Technique. Take, for example, my office. Next door we have two 23-ish year olds from Maryland. They work with yet another recent grad of Maryland. They provide Ken and I endless amusement, listening to their conversations. Recently, I walked into my office to see Ken, quite pale. When I inquired, Ken swore he just heard one of them say, “I was like, Oh My God!” Thin walls and loud neighbors equals endless fun.

The following is a rough Cut Up from the offices on the Friday after Valentines Day:

Remind me not to become a heroin addict

So last week, I had a headache.

Seems minor enough. Just a headache.

But it grew more intense and moved a bit around my head. By the end of the day this mobile command center of pain had centered itself over my right eye. I got home, swallowed a couple asprin, and tried to ignore the searing pain.

The next morning the mobile command center of pain has shurnk a bit, was less intense. I thought I had beaten it… oh no, the headache was just sleeping. By the time it woke up, it was around lunch. And this is when I realized why I was in such pain… I hadn’t had any caffeine in a few days.

It seems that may usual coffe intake had slowly crept upwards. I think I had level out at around three cups (large ones) per day. This isn’t a huge amount of coffeee, I admit, but it was more than I usually drank.

And now my body did not have any and was grumpy.

So I was left with a decision: try and push through this and remind my body what it was like without caffeine or just have a Coke and a smile.

I like pushing my body around a bit. So I decided to grin and bear it. Which, writing this now, was a good decision, but during the process was an extremely painful one.

Didn’t see that one coming

Sunday was a great day if you were a bookie or a Patriots fan. It was a great Superbowl. It was a refreshing non-blowout of a game. It was actually a game you had to watch all of to see what was going to happen. At times I found myself yelling at the Fox coverage for saying things like, “No team has ever come back from a deficit so large in Superbowl history.” When it comes to snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, Boston sports teams have a knack for it. Thankfully, our bargain basement backup QB did the job like a pro – that is the way to end a football game. (Now, if the LSFL could only play games so well.)

I want to state now for the entire Tuesday Night crowd… I have no ties, neither political, nor financial, to Enron. I was, at no time, a political consultant for them. I have always thought that digital marketplaces were a sham. I think it will be interesting to see where the ropes lead when the government starts pulling on the whole Enron tangled knot. If the GAO and Sen. Waxman have their ways, this spring and summer could be filled with Enrongate, and that is guaranteed good political fun on both sides of the aisle.