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Fragmented Year

I keep a file called messages on my computer that holds all my phone conversations, story ideas, quotes, and phone numbers. I add to it as the days go by, when I'm working. It's over a year old, and 32,000 lines long. This is a collage made from bits of it.

I have been asked by many of the people in my head to weigh in on the recent battle waging cover these topics. I took each of my monsters, shaved them, and made them wear dresses and act nice. Then:

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"Life is suffering, you will never be happy." That's what Trungpa Rinpoche said. He was a drunken lama in the 60s. Then they sheared him for the wool.

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MY BLOG


10 AM
God, Metafilter is super.


11 AM
I read other blogs today and bought things. Zeldman! Wow. I wish I could design like that.


9 PM
Tore off grammas britches and took what was so long forbidden.

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Spelling bee - genitals - Mike. Thursday Little Otik. (American Bear and NAMBLA combine to form American Cub.) Friday Wig Party. Cheap Hotel. Invasion of Locusts, Badgers, and the French. THE KITTENS THAT LIVED IN THE PIE (Once there were some naughty kittens. The brown one was named Judy. The orange one was named Morgan. The black one was named Michael. They lived with an old lady. Taal, ego en andere brille zijn de voorwaarden om alles te kunnen schrijven. (Te mogen schrijven, wat mij betreft.)) Mercedes Sosa.

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New Year's Resolutions


Write daily, and post to Ftrain 5 times a week.
Drink less alcohol (2 drinks a week) and eat less.
Continue to smoke cigars.
Write down everything I eat and drink.
Write down everything.
Go out two times a week max.
Write letters on paper.
Give money to all the homeless who ask, except while on the subway.
Be careful with my heart.

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Yes, it really is.

Never let anyone see this picture.

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The Gleeful Programming Language is a tail-recursive HTTP-enabled language with reneged hootblast Slovenian notation. Unlike most computer languages, which are driven by mathematics, Gleeful is entirely based on emotions. The basic structure of the Gleeful language is the annotated bullet point list. I can recommend James without reservation as a teacher of technical and business communications, as well as a teacher of literature and creative writing. He has a love for his subject and a natural skill at communicating his passion to others. He is a patient and encouraging educator. I certify that I am not a national or a resident of Cuba, Iran, Iraq, Libya, North Korea, Sudan, Syria, Serbia, Taliban-controlled portions of Afghanistan or any other country subject to U.S. trade sanctions, nor, to the best of my knowledge, have I been designated a Specially Designated National, Blocked Person, or otherwise been denied export-related privileges by the United States Government. Zairja consultancy finds ways to lower costs and raise competitiveness by applying Semantic Web technology to your organization's practices.

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Things to Make From an 8.5 x 11 Piece of Paper - a project

  1. Broadside
  2. Collage
  3. Newspaper
  4. Advertisement
  5. Direct mail
  6. Bill
  7. Computer Interface (cut hole, put face through and insist you are the windows)
  8. Artificial Intelligence (list of questions and answers)
  9. Turing Machine
  10. Predictive Device (those he-loves-me-not-dealies)
  11. Astrological Chart
  12. Scroll
  13. Seismograph
  14. Samizdat
  15. Love Letter
  16. Torn up classroom notes
  17. Ransom Note
  18. Typed Book Proposal
  19. Formal Business Correspondence
  20. Comic Book
  21. Menu
  22. Set List
  23. Hand puppet
  24. Jump puppet
  25. Pocket puppet
  26. Mask
  27. Origami Crane
  28. Moebius Strip
  29. Cellular Automata
  30. Table of Something

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This is the defining fact of my childhood: all the people over 25 began to die. I used to go to the graveyards in Brooklyn, bulldozers reclaiming them for agriculture unless relatives came to lie on the graves in protest.

I draw arcs through the hierarchy, then layer those arcs above one another using hypertext links. Instead of a node, section, frame, or lexia I've called my fundamental unit the "arb," because it is entirely arbitrary.

3 years later, a cigarette, you offer yourself unwanted. I carried a sign with a tombstone from the graveyard by the Pep Boys.

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I again appreciate the fine things which bring me raw joy:

  1. Puppies. With big feet and toes and floppy heads.
  2. Kittens. With black and white stripes and big eyes.
  3. Oranges. Peeled, juiced.
  4. Salads with tuna. Broiled, with fresh vegetables.
  5. Puppies. Peeled, juiced.
  6. Oranges. With big feet and toes and floppy heads.
  7. Kittens. Broiled, with fresh vegetables.
  8. Salads with tuna. With black and white stripes and big eyes.

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Photograph of the Pope - act a little bit surprised. Be respectful of the Pope to get the apartment. Aggregate - maybe gets real sticky. Build brand, build brand. TV. Designer in Amsterdam. Woman's underwear. Inserting turtles into his rectum. Yahoo! Internet Life called and want to do a blurb. Real hard-hitting, pithy bullets. Yellow trucks, green grass, and red apples introduce your child to the world of colors. - the cognitive restructuring brought on by learning the subway system and accommodating your body to this city binds us closely together, gives us a common basis -

I am happy for them. They are so close they reflect. Throw a light between them and they light up themselves. The light in this case the child they're expecting. When I shifted it down to neutral it rattled and once I went out on a date and she told me what the shake meant.

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Would you like some dinner, he said? We can order out.

She was quiet. Yes, sure, she said.

Would you like to call a friend and tell them where you are?

I would. Can I use your phone?

You'll find it in the hallway. It was a dial phone.

.  .  .  .  .  

School aged and stupid again. But God I like you. And I know I could be brought to tottering with only a few more visits. I used to think the way to help was never to ask for anything— (day two I come back to this entry and I've given up on the case as hopeless).

You have what I lack.

I will give you whatever I have.

Go down, Moses
'Way down in Egypt land,
Tell ole Pharaoh,
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
"but then he left suddenly to enlist in the 15th Light Dragoons under the name Silas Tomkyn Comberbache."
Wake up and the fedex will be here.
I've attached an invoice for what I've done so far.

.  .  .  .  .  

"Life is suffering, you will never be happy." That's what Trungpa Rinpoche said. He was a drunken lama in the 60s. Then they sheared him for the wool.

.  .  .  .  .  

MY BLOG


10 AM
God, Metafilter is super.


11 AM
I read other blogs today and bought things. Zeldman! Wow. I wish I could design like that.


9 PM
Tore off grammas britches and took what was so long forbidden.

.  .  .  .  .  

Spelling bee - genitals - Mike. Thursday Little Otik. (American Bear and NAMBLA combine to form American Cub.) Friday Wig Party. Cheap Hotel. Invasion of Locusts, Badgers, and the French. THE KITTENS THAT LIVED IN THE PIE (Once there were some naughty kittens. The brown one was named Judy. The orange one was named Morgan. The black one was named Michael. They lived with an old lady. Taal, ego en andere brille zijn de voorwaarden om alles te kunnen schrijven. (Te mogen schrijven, wat mij betreft.)) Mercedes Sosa.

.  .  .  .  .  

New Year's Resolutions


Write daily, and post to Ftrain 5 times a week.
Drink less alcohol (2 drinks a week) and eat less.
Continue to smoke cigars.
Write down everything I eat and drink.
Write down everything.
Go out two times a week max.
Write letters on paper.
Give money to all the homeless who ask, except while on the subway.
Be careful with my heart.

.  .  .  .  .  

Yes, it really is.

Never let anyone see this picture.

.  .  .  .  .  

The Gleeful Programming Language is a tail-recursive HTTP-enabled language with reneged hootblast Slovenian notation. Unlike most computer languages, which are driven by mathematics, Gleeful is entirely based on emotions. The basic structure of the Gleeful language is the annotated bullet point list. I can recommend James without reservation as a teacher of technical and business communications, as well as a teacher of literature and creative writing. He has a love for his subject and a natural skill at communicating his passion to others. He is a patient and encouraging educator. I certify that I am not a national or a resident of Cuba, Iran, Iraq, Libya, North Korea, Sudan, Syria, Serbia, Taliban-controlled portions of Afghanistan or any other country subject to U.S. trade sanctions, nor, to the best of my knowledge, have I been designated a Specially Designated National, Blocked Person, or otherwise been denied export-related privileges by the United States Government. Zairja consultancy finds ways to lower costs and raise competitiveness by applying Semantic Web technology to your organization's practices.

.  .  .  .  .  

Things to Make From an 8.5 x 11 Piece of Paper - a project

  1. Broadside
  2. Collage
  3. Newspaper
  4. Advertisement
  5. Direct mail
  6. Bill
  7. Computer Interface (cut hole, put face through and insist you are the windows)
  8. Artificial Intelligence (list of questions and answers)
  9. Turing Machine
  10. Predictive Device (those he-loves-me-not-dealies)
  11. Astrological Chart
  12. Scroll
  13. Seismograph
  14. Samizdat
  15. Love Letter
  16. Torn up classroom notes
  17. Ransom Note
  18. Typed Book Proposal
  19. Formal Business Correspondence
  20. Comic Book
  21. Menu
  22. Set List
  23. Hand puppet
  24. Jump puppet
  25. Pocket puppet
  26. Mask
  27. Origami Crane
  28. Moebius Strip
  29. Cellular Automata
  30. Table of Something

.  .  .  .  .  

This is the defining fact of my childhood: all the people over 25 began to die. I used to go to the graveyards in Brooklyn, bulldozers reclaiming them for agriculture unless relatives came to lie on the graves in protest.

I draw arcs through the hierarchy, then layer those arcs above one another using hypertext links. Instead of a node, section, frame, or lexia I've called my fundamental unit the "arb," because it is entirely arbitrary.

3 years later, a cigarette, you offer yourself unwanted. I carried a sign with a tombstone from the graveyard by the Pep Boys.

.  .  .  .  .  

I again appreciate the fine things which bring me raw joy:

  1. Puppies. With big feet and toes and floppy heads.
  2. Kittens. With black and white stripes and big eyes.
  3. Oranges. Peeled, juiced.
  4. Salads with tuna. Broiled, with fresh vegetables.
  5. Puppies. Peeled, juiced.
  6. Oranges. With big feet and toes and floppy heads.
  7. Kittens. Broiled, with fresh vegetables.
  8. Salads with tuna. With black and white stripes and big eyes.

.  .  .  .  .  

Photograph of the Pope - act a little bit surprised. Be respectful of the Pope to get the apartment. Aggregate - maybe gets real sticky. Build brand, build brand. TV. Designer in Amsterdam. Woman's underwear. Inserting turtles into his rectum. Yahoo! Internet Life called and want to do a blurb. Real hard-hitting, pithy bullets. Yellow trucks, green grass, and red apples introduce your child to the world of colors. - the cognitive restructuring brought on by learning the subway system and accommodating your body to this city binds us closely together, gives us a common basis -

I am happy for them. They are so close they reflect. Throw a light between them and they light up themselves. The light in this case the child they're expecting. When I shifted it down to neutral it rattled and once I went out on a date and she told me what the shake meant.

.  .  .  .  .  

Would you like some dinner, he said? We can order out.

She was quiet. Yes, sure, she said.

Would you like to call a friend and tell them where you are?

I would. Can I use your phone?

You'll find it in the hallway. It was a dial phone.

.  .  .  .  .  

School aged and stupid again. But God I like you. And I know I could be brought to tottering with only a few more visits. I used to think the way to help was never to ask for anything— (day two I come back to this entry and I've given up on the case as hopeless).

You have what I lack.

I will give you whatever I have.

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