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Last night I did something very impromptu. I met this kid from MySpace I’d been talking to for a week now. We’d been exchanging about fifty emails a day and he seemed cool enough. I am always up for diner food and thought I probably needed to get out a little more and interact with people. He’s probably the first person I’ve met off the Internet in ( Read more... )

I had humorously joked yesterday to Rockwell that all the troubles of Lincoln Park Zoo could be attributed to it being built on an Indian Burial Ground. He ended up proving me half right. Guess you had to be there ( Read more... )

I keep reviewing last night in my head. It was such a great opportunity to promote some self-knowledge. Which is what I am all about because I am egocentric and conceited ( Read more... )

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Sunday mornings when I am not hungover are some of the most peaceful and insightful times of my life. I feel in symbiosis with the universe. I could have slept in this morning. I had about eight hours of sleep but my bed was so comfortable. With how hot it has been here I’ve been sleeping with two fans in my room and only one thin bed sheet. When I ( Read more... )

Holy Havana! It was 105 degrees in my office this morning. The air conditioning is obviously not making it to this room, which is a horribly bad thing because overheated servers become shutdown serves, and shutdown servers mean no network. A very bad thing to happen when the CG is away. I’d hate to be faced with the dilemma of a crashed server ( Read more... )

If I was Kerouac, I would move back home with my mother ( Read more... )

When I go off on one of my little diatribes about certain things, I generally mean no ill-intent. At least to people I know. If I did, I’d make it private and that would be the end of it. I write my mind, my thoughts... granted it’s for all the world to see, but whatever, I cannot not be straight-forward about what I am thinking. It would go ( Read more... )

"Accursed is he who thinks and thinks but is never happy in his thoughts, who can never say-"Here I am, thinking." It is no fun, no sport, this eternal thinking of mine which goes on a good twelve hours a day. Why do I do it? It's a form of brooding, I actually look like a hound-dog all day. And how my mother is used to it! I think if I were not ( Read more... )