please be tomorrow NOW

* reddhedd over at firedoglake runs down the list of possible crimes that fitzgerald might include.
im drooling. fingers crossed that every person in america will be able to rattle off "18 USC 793" as if those words were the first words to spill from a babe's lips

* i'm so tingly. i feel like ive just dropped a couple of pills and am in a taxi on the way to a massive warehouse party. the taxi has a shitty radio, but im feeling sufficiently generous that i can almost imagine what the music would sound like if i was already at my destination. and the street lights are just street lights - but im feeling sufficiently generous that i can almost imagine that they belong to a city-wide laser light show set to the music. its not quite the real thing, but i know the the taxi ride will soon end and soon ill be inside a hot pulsating club - in a sea of hot sweaty people dancing to the same tribal beat. everyone in the same space. DJ worshipping, with pat fitzgerald at the decks - playing us like a puppeteer - playing us like we were redvoters with a fistful of talking points.

what will the night bring? the anticipation is killing me. hurry up taxi driver - im starting to get impatient. will it be like that night i saw carlcox on new years eve? or like the Singularity moment when i saw Underworld in that big tent in melbourne in the summer? or the mist-tent at lollapalooza in LA? or deepdish at Space in Miami? or maybe Digweed in sanfrancisco? or that night at cbgb in NYC way back when? or mardi gras in sydney? or the notting hill carnival in london? thats the thing - when you are in the cab on your way to the party, you never quite know - and im still in the cab. urghhhh! please be tomorrow NOW!