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WHO? Oliver. oof San Francisco again, Brooklyn before, Atlanta & Chicago wayback. RECENT: Mendocino The magical hour Something midwestern My Two Front Teeth oh yeah album titles Hello Summertime wow, i was tired Lists WRBC 2008 TRAVELS: Biodiesel trip across America (January, 2005) Paris (April, 2005) Election work in NM (November, 2004) ARCHIVES: July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 May 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 August 2003 June 2003 LINKS TO PALS: elly Toshok Pete Tuggy Workstatus Nathan Express Train SEARCH: RSS: Get your RSS feed here |
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"you forgot you have a blog"so many many many things. it feels pointless to try and explain any of them to anyone, much less you, a blank old grey screen of non-upgraded software (the cobbler's childrens' shoes, and all that). the normal listing of things done, accomplishments made, brief updates about cursory topics, items purchased, places gone. none seem relevant. I could tell you all that today was my mother's birthday. It sounds like she had a nice day. I could tell you that I sent her a gift and that elly helped me to pick it out. But what would any of that mean? Would you try to read between the lines? I live in a new place. (I capitalize my "I"s intentionally, every time I type "i", and every time I have to go back to assert myself. to mean it. did you know that?) It is a nice place in many ways. Things are just so. Just where they go. What does that get me? Am I happy? Is this it? What happened to intensely red faced moments of thrashing while wearing a red teeshirt, looking for chorus girls? What does money mean? Why do I fucking care? When will I learn?
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