Wednesday, August 25, 2004
its 5:08am. you know that youre on vacation when you can type that without a care in the world.
i am starting to see that this is the way civilized man lives.
stay up all night, wake up late. roam around. enjoy all the room on the busses in the afternoon.
smile at everyone else who isnt working.
this is how it should be done.
i worked in the morning on the photo essay, i worked when i got home. i would call that contributing to society.
way more than whoever the fuck makes marmaduke.
in the mail today i got a post card from ms raymi the minx.
i also got some art from an anonymous sender
im pretty sure i know who it is.
i procrastinated a lot on that photo essay.
i thought this morning i was gonna have it done but when i came home i worked like a good 3-4 more hours on it. so many pictures to go through. then you have to optimize them. yes, those are optimized. still huge, i know.
bought a lottery ticket with four quarters.
seventy five million dollars what the jackpot is.
i would go to the bank and get bag fulls of $2 bills, and i would walk down the street and ask people if i could give them a $2 bill for a picture.
and then i would take their picture and i would put it on my blog.
i would then collect the best pictures and make a photo book and sell the book with the proceeds going to charity, etc.
why didnt the cubs get larry walker?
i almost saw a movie today.
called miss montreal like four times but she had left her phone at home.
my entire childhood would have been different if i had had a cell phone.
or a blog for that matter.
five twenty one am. this is why the good lord doesnt let me stay up this late.
saw this deaf couple yell at each other today because a guy in a wheelchair was trying to get around one of them.
the one who understood kept waving his arms around
but the other one wasnt looking
and the wheelchair guy had his hand on the joystick waiting to push forward but the opening wasnt coming.
i sat there listening to duke ellington on my ipod completely spaced out to the universe
just laying back cuz my stop isnt for a good three stops.
and what the hell am i gonna say to a deaf lady.
my post on metafilter + got discussed on metatalk, the politics are fascinating but it all leads to a clean and reliable discussion group + roger avery, quentin t.'s cowriter on pulp fiction says q isnt blogging here + layne says its real
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