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I mentioned the day in the life of webloggers thing before. Seems like it's getting pretty popular. 130 people have been added to the list so far. They picked a shoot date and a post date. Actually, two shoot dates: Sunday and/or Monday Sept. 17/18. Pages are to be posted the following Sunday. The idea is to pick any 24 hour period between 12:00 am Sunday and 12:00 midnight Monday. I was thinking of trying to do a page. Possibly I could make my day (probably Sunday) into a trek around NYC, and along the way I could stop by some of your houses. Any interest?
... was to perform online surgery. The virtual slice. The anesthesia of procrastination by intoxication. I can't tell if its a version of inner peace or more evidence of that proscratinators disease which has me looking forward to my workday as a housepainter. It's a day structured so simply and the tasks can be performed, if we so choose, with the most meager of communication between boss and I. Its easy mostly, mentally, and physically even when its not easy it's easy.
But today sanding baseboard I got a splinter in the left FU finger, early, and that's no way to start a day. Months from now I will marvel at how long its been since I've had a nasty splinter, but lately, between Rocheblave and the paying job, I've had a couple too many slivers of wood forced deep into the flesh off my fingers.
In front of me in front of the monitor is a bottle of alcohol, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a cup of ice water for numbing, and what started out as an ice cold budweiser, also for numbing. Also at the ready is a pair of high quality tweezers (sharply pointed), a rusty razor blade, for slicing, and a lighter for burning germs off those implements whose cleanliness might be in question.
Pray for me people, I'm going in...
I haven't done a goldurn thing since my return from NY. I haven't even entered the Rocheblave house. I wonder if there is an online procrastinators support group? What am I asking, of course there is. Maybe I'll look in to that tomorrow not.
Shelton got kicked out of McDonough HS (John Mac) for hitting a security guard in an act of chivalry. He went to Juvie Jail and a drug dealing cousin came to rescue and signed him out, pissing off more importantly than me, Mandy, who is the guardian of record. Shelton was read the riot act by Mandy and is now in Jail 2646. I am trying, for my part, to be a gentler, kinder, more loving warden, and am letting him listen louder than I care for, more rap than I care for.
I read the Stephen King, Hearts of Atlantis, and thought only the King could get such a loosely edited work published, I love him though, but think he is still trying to get that novel rejected as a highschooler published, which he already has, but obviously not to his satisfaction. Its that Dark Towers theme haunting him.
Not to avoid more important work or trying to avoid the still persistent heat/humidity, I have picked up Theodore Dreiser's An American Tragedy, one of those important works by one of those important writers who were writing/experimenting their asses off during the twenties. Some call it the most poorly written great novel of all time. I am finding it worth the effort. But all of this is besides the point, what I really logged on for was to...
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Unsupervised children destroy a Buddhist sand mandala. Mandals (which include Western alchemical emblems) are visual compressions of complex spiritual ideas. Today's highly compressed computer technology is now taking them the other way, as in this illusion of a three dimensionalized mandala, from Cornell's computer graphics site.
i heard screamingmedia was written up in the (a) recent wired mag... anyone see a copy?
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