Personal Internet Diary, Jan. 7, 1992.

Well, it took 6 hours to upload this on my 2400 analog coupler, but this much anticipated entry is now out there in cyberland and available to hundreds of users. Wacky technology, but hey, Charlie don't surf. So, on we go...

I am less chocked than I thought about the coronation of Boutros Boutros-Ghalias as the King of the world. Sweet call U.N.! You can do no wrong.

And who the fuck thought that George Bush would be prezzy of the U.S. Thank god he hasn't any kinder to fuck us down the road!

On a tech note... have you seen all these poseurs with their briefcase cell phones? Who in the hell are they calling from the Elephant and Castle on a Sunday afternoon? I can't even make the trip from Novack's to the Mac's on Dundas without slamming into a bunch of these crazed morons. Stupid fads.

On the culture tip, I predict that Spin Doctors are in for a long and healthy career. Their album, Pocket Full of Kryptonite is portent of future greatness. You heard it here first.

Personal stuff...thinking about moving to Whistler next year. What could possibly go wrong? You're right. Nothing. Sweet waves and a tasty buzz.

May your hash be black, and your mushrooms plentiful,

David