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I haven't been updating udderbot.blogspot dot com either and that makes me mad.
I'm sick of this. Not really. I love this here, it changes at a good clip as the result of people deciding what they want and acting on it. It's more like, I notice "this" is decaying like nobody's business and I have an interest in re-tarding or re-starting that decay.
I'm leaving for I-Park (http://www.i-park.org) in four days, cutting short my semester at the Schooool, and that's upstaging any fun I could be having or have had this week. Not entirely (I'm having fun) but I can feel the weight and people acting as though I will disappear from their lives very soon. I ache from the best-ness pumped into face-to-face real fleshy human interaction (in fact, I really appreciate it) which makes 'anything else' look like 'anything less'. I do feel like insisting on something better this last weekend of togetherness, but I need a vehicle for it. Melanie wants a bonfire.
I'm dating myself. No, I'm dating the cat, Fri(e)da, who has the softest fur possible and we sleep together often.
I've worked for 83 hours as a package handler for FedEx, late weeknights, and made more money than I have yet because they sent the last check to my old address. Oh did I tell you? I moved from 906 S. Race St. to 906 S. Maple St. to La Casa Grande Collectiva which is a big co-op house that everybody's moving out of except for me, maybe, in December, so all of a sudden I'm the new continuity and I have to learn how to do finances, huh. The house is well, I'm worried that I won't know by then all the things that it requires to remain well, is all. I moved because of Fri(e)da and other people.
It's not that great a job. The people are nice. The packages fly toward you endlessly. Equilibrium is found when you can stop caring what's in the packages, when you have a feel for building walls with different sized bricks at at least 300 per hour, and when you can change what music is stuck in your head. For two weeks I didn't have any of those figured out. There's much more to be learned from FedEx by saying things about it. For example, I'm in the midst of a long application process to be a substitute teacher, and I didn't even realize that the pay is the same. Hmm.
I talked to Susan Parenti for an hour, a great accomplishment having known her for over two years. We talk well. She told me of a time when microtonality was 'cool.' She betrayed that she had assumed that everybody was doing neat stuff on the wiki, except for her.
I wrote a letter to Sarah D'Adamo, who sometimes reads this. Now, to find her address. I like writing letters and will write more.
Design a possible future: write a fantasy involving me and you that you would be excited about happening.
I'm sick of this. Not really. I love this here, it changes at a good clip as the result of people deciding what they want and acting on it. It's more like, I notice "this" is decaying like nobody's business and I have an interest in re-tarding or re-starting that decay.
I'm leaving for I-Park (http://www.i-park.org) in four days, cutting short my semester at the Schooool, and that's upstaging any fun I could be having or have had this week. Not entirely (I'm having fun) but I can feel the weight and people acting as though I will disappear from their lives very soon. I ache from the best-ness pumped into face-to-face real fleshy human interaction (in fact, I really appreciate it) which makes 'anything else' look like 'anything less'. I do feel like insisting on something better this last weekend of togetherness, but I need a vehicle for it. Melanie wants a bonfire.
I'm dating myself. No, I'm dating the cat, Fri(e)da, who has the softest fur possible and we sleep together often.
I've worked for 83 hours as a package handler for FedEx, late weeknights, and made more money than I have yet because they sent the last check to my old address. Oh did I tell you? I moved from 906 S. Race St. to 906 S. Maple St. to La Casa Grande Collectiva which is a big co-op house that everybody's moving out of except for me, maybe, in December, so all of a sudden I'm the new continuity and I have to learn how to do finances, huh. The house is well, I'm worried that I won't know by then all the things that it requires to remain well, is all. I moved because of Fri(e)da and other people.
It's not that great a job. The people are nice. The packages fly toward you endlessly. Equilibrium is found when you can stop caring what's in the packages, when you have a feel for building walls with different sized bricks at at least 300 per hour, and when you can change what music is stuck in your head. For two weeks I didn't have any of those figured out. There's much more to be learned from FedEx by saying things about it. For example, I'm in the midst of a long application process to be a substitute teacher, and I didn't even realize that the pay is the same. Hmm.
I talked to Susan Parenti for an hour, a great accomplishment having known her for over two years. We talk well. She told me of a time when microtonality was 'cool.' She betrayed that she had assumed that everybody was doing neat stuff on the wiki, except for her.
I wrote a letter to Sarah D'Adamo, who sometimes reads this. Now, to find her address. I like writing letters and will write more.
Design a possible future: write a fantasy involving me and you that you would be excited about happening.