Generation X. Earthquake faults that run right through the city

earthquake faults that run right through the city. We might as well paint •gets on our shirts."

"Did Nostradamus ever say anything about random snipers?" "Can you milk horses?" "What's that got to do with anything?"

Their talk was endless, compulsive, and indulgent, sometimes sounding like the remains of the English language after having been hashed over by nuclear war survivors for a few hundred years. But then their words so strongly captured the spirit of the times, and they remain my mind:

"I saw a record producer in the parking lot. He and wifey were

heading to Utah. They said this place was a disaster area, and only

Utah was safe. They had this really hot gold Corniche, and in the trunk

they had cartons of freeze-dried army food and bottled water from Al-

berta. Wifey looked really scared."

"Did you see the pound of plastic lipofat in the nurse's office? Just Eke the fake food in sushi restaurant windows. Looks like a dish of raspberry kiwi fruit puree."

"Someone turn off the wind machine, for Chrissake, it's like a fashion shoot out here."

"Stop being such a male model." "I'll hum some Eurodisco."

(Paper plates loaded with beef and chutney and baby vegetables were, at that point, gliding off the bright white tables, and into the pool.) "Ignore the wind, Davie. Don't cosign nature's bullshit. It'll go away."

"Hey... is it possible to damage the sun? I mean, we can wreck just about anything we want to here on earth. But can we screw up the sun if we wanted to? I don't know. Can we?"

"I'm more worried about computer viruses."

Claire got up and came over to the bar where I was working to pick up her tray load of Cape Cods ("More Cape than Cod, please") and made shrugging, "My family, zheeesh!" gesture. She then walked back to the table, showing me her back, which was framed by a black one-piece swimsuit—a pale white back bearing a Silly Putty-colored espalier of cars. These were remnants, I discovered later on, of a long-past child­hood illness that immobilized her for years in hospitals spanning from Brentwood to Lausanne. In these hospitals doctors tapped vile viral

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