( Day 2: anarqueso, Formaldehyde, and taking aaronbenedict to see the Palace of Fine Arts )

This is just the highlights reel. I took my usual metric fuckton of pictures, but posting all of those would swallow my entire morning.


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I'm just getting home from Unblurred. I actually hadn't gone to Unblurred in several months (some of you may recall the disaster that was my last trip to Unblurred). But tonight was fabulous. The street was literally filled with good friends of mine. I got to have a long talk with la_nuque (aka shalomcarrie), and, later, an equally long talk with Lindsay, a former Co- ( Read more... )

Severe insomnia. Joy of joys.

No clue why I can't sleep. But I'm meeting anarqueso and Formaldehyde for breakfast in 6 hours or so and this is a good thing.

Working afterward, however, may very well suck. I plan to eat lots of chocolate with espresso beans.

anarqueso asks me:

1. What was going on in your life when you met Formaldehyde?

That's a toughie, if only because I don't remember our specific meeting.

I suspect we met during the spring or summer of 1989. I had just finished my first year at Antioch. If it was the summer of 1989 (which is likely), I was back in Pittsburgh for the summer, and had ( Read more... )

I'm not really sure when I start saving tapes of my friends' voices. Perhaps it was sometime around 1989, when Formaldehyde* left a really funny answering machine message for my roommate's sister and I taped a copy of it (explicit details can be found here). Maybe it was after my Grandfather died, when I got a bunch of the old tapes he'd left lying ( Read more... )