so long
“…let forever be.” by underbunny It’s been nearly seven years since I began this journey, this meandering of bits and bytes. Sometimes I knew where I was headed, and sometimes I didn’t, but I always knew I’d get somewhere. And here we are at somewhere: the end of this journal. Here I am, and I don’t want to walk this path anymore. I don’t want to describe the interior landscape in such excruciating detail. I don’t want to ping the masses instead of confiding in friends. I don’t want to worry about whether or not what I share here will be read. I don’t want to live my life through a lens of what I’ll write about it later. I just want to live my life. Thank you to those of you who have...
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I have a nice home, a good job, a darling cat (pictured at right), a supportive family, wonderful friends, and I have love. Most importantly, I like myself, a lot more than ever before, and just a plain whole lot. It is a good life, and I am thankful for it. I am also thankful for ice cream sandwiches.
Read Morequote of the day
During a muck conversation about life, despondency, disappointment, trust, loneliness, human interaction, that sort of thing, I quoted Lloyd Dobler’s “I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen”, and pens always make me think of quills, which always make me think of the riddle from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland … Cygnoir says, “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” Ergazork says, “Oh I know this one! ‘Because neither one will fucking make my life any better.’” Good times.
Read Moreplease do not explode
I didn’t think this day would ever come. Thanks to Mark/Space’s Missing Sync, my T-Mobile Sidekick II now syncs with my PowerBook’s iCal and Address Book. The timing on this is particularly excellent, as I spent an hour organizing my Hipster PDA last night, complete with index cards, colored labels and a pocket Moleskine memo-pockets holder. I keep glancing over at my Sidekick, as if, now that it is as functional as it was advertised when I bought it, I expect it to...
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I missed posting my therapy roundup yesterday. It wasn’t very exciting or groundbreaking, just another discussion on trust and truth, one of those “foundation” sessions that are important in their own way but don’t make for interesting journal entries. Mobile phones are becoming a real problem in the library. We’ve disallowed them entirely — of course, we can’t police what every single patron brings into the library, so “talking on mobile phones” is really what’s disallowed — but people still break the rule, time and time again, often flagrantly. When I correct them, they glare at me and stomp off. I hate baby-sitting college students. (from my coworker’s brain and...
Read Moretransfer
The pink cardstock transfer drew a red line along her index finger, a gentle diagonal from tip to last knuckle. She did not bleed; she did not leave blood behind. It was an unfamiliar feeling in a familiar place. Counting seconds between throbs of light pain, she focused on the line. She watched it move as she bent and unbent her finger. Sections. Pieces. Divided by wrinkles. One, two, three, four. The throbs were not as fast as her heartbeat and not as slow as the chugging of the subway. Sometimes she cleaned out her purse and seven, twelve, fifteen of these spilled out, stamped neatly with dates and times, with red text. She used one as a bookmark; she used one as a notepad. One, two. It only took once, caught without this excuse, to learn her lesson,...
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The thing about being an insomniac in the city is that you hear all the gritty three a.m. quarrels between lovers. The thing about being an insomniac writer in the city is that you listen.
Read Morebrakfast sanwich
Mm, brakfast sanwich made out of No. 2. And who can pass up dim sim with stem rice and vegitables? This sign is in the window of a convenience store on Market Street in San Francisco. “brakfast sanwich” by cygnoir ._.-. I arrived to work this morning, took one look at my extremely messy office, and decided to clean it. My coworkers looked concerned and asked me if everything was all right with the MSG. That made me laugh. It didn’t occur to me that it might seem like I was taking out angst on my poor little office. Now my office is fairly clean, and I am already more productive. If only I could get that action going in my room. ._.-. Tonight, I tried out the voice conferencing capabilities of Skype for the very first time with some #flickr...
Read Morethree things
I thought I lost my Sensa pen. Remarkably it had not been stolen when my car was broken into; so many other little things were. It is the last thing I have from someone who was once a major influence in my life. I write with this pen every day, now that I’ve found it again. My wallet is a bit of handcrafted leather that I bought in Vancouver the day after the MSG‘s birthday last year. The artisans of Indian Summer Leather make lovely bags, as well. And of course, the beer is a Newcastle. “pub triptych” by cygnoir ._.-. In my dream, I met Dave Eggers. I was being held hostage in my house by thugs from the future who had traveled back to my time to force me to do certain things for them, which things exactly were unclear. At one...
Read Moreinaugural sflickr
.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; } .flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } SF Flickr Meetup #4, originally uploaded by pinhole. Despite being very nervous and worn out before I arrived, I had a wonderful time at the inaugural San Francisco Flickr Meetup last night. Everyone was so friendly and helpful, and we all laughed a lot. I hope we can keep this going every month, and I hope new people show up,...
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