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In austin.general Gertrude Stein <Gertrude@msn.com> wrote:

: 	I'll tell you where I see it, though I can't speak for Mr. Jackson.  I
: see a neverending circle-jerk of personalities being masqueraded as
: "artists" (i.e., the shameless fawning over of white-boy blues locals,
: mediocre punk rock, noise-rock sans inspiration and made by hacks who
: think it's alright to rip off my bloody valentine or negativland, just
: because they've never made it big in the U.S., etc.)

Even though you hate me - though you don't even know me, Gertie - I agree 
with you in good part here.

: 	I'd certainly like to see it, but I'm not about to give you or any of
: the other Chronicle yokels my contact info.  

I am ex-Chron yokel, Gertie, now a freelance yokel, appearing with 
regularity in the Statesman, which I am sure you hate too.

: I hate you just as much as
: I hate them.  

Aren't there some more constructive and deserving places/people to hate 
in this sick world? Really, you are focusing on such unimportant and 
marginal subjects here. Apply that hate to something big and important 
and who knows what might happen.

:Your elliptical twaddlings are about as valid as fucking a
: deceased animal is sane.

Yeah, but I get paid for my elliptical twaddlings! And you just spew on 
Usenet. And I've never fucked a dead animal, though writing to you is the 
communicative equivalent - guess I'm intellectually perverse.

Love ya, Gertie, especially because you hate me! To get an emotional rise 
from you means I have power, and you don't because you squander it in 
silly hate. But you certainly are living in the right city for such silly 
adolescent attitudes....