armoredbaby

Well, I did not think anyone would reply to a simple request to contact me, but I thought to try - why not.

I do art as you may or may not know. One such art thing that I do is a collaborative project located at http://sito.iorg and this project is called Gridcosm.

I did a reading of the spasmodic poetry involved

The mp3 for...
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Saturday. Hello from me on my weekends beginning. I do not think anyone makes there way here. If you do - send me a message -- just to satisfy my curiousity.

What a day. Wet snow fell heavy off the J3A this morning. I drove my usual slow pace to the Place, not too eager to deal with my job.

My cat Sabrina meows. I am home.

Activity downstairs. L loudly talks to E. Antimidas.

"How many times have I been paying for your shit?" she screams

Oh boy am I glad I came upstairs. He...
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Went to see the Gates in Central Park. Got plenty of pics and a wee bit of video. Courvoisier and I then hung out downtown at the Sidewalk -- later at Milano's

I am broke.

What a shit day at the job. What a mother fuckin shit day at the stinking job. I have to get the fuck out of the Place. Fuck writing about it, there is no romance. All the customers are idiots and the management are bigger fools.

Tonight I am working goddamnit, working on all that I have to.

They reprimanded me today at the Place...
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Well now that an intro I wrote gets pushed glacier like speed down into the giant whatever, I can tell all who are not reading that tonight I improvised a stew. The evening, rather than work, was exercise and cooking. I watched some Scientific American and then the show about Slavery. My PBS evening.

I thought about how I want to get to get to...
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I thought about somehow combining all of the possible journals. Writing in my live journal, and then just posting it wherever a journal is required.

But I dont think that is going to work. The code here is that "other code", the code I recognize from the Photobucket code, the code they give you a choice of cutting and pasting.

I posted up a picture...
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2:44 some screwy energy. I did some stuff in flash, and now I am working on a thing I call WOTY 62. I am transcribing a journal of a woman in quite the dysfunctional relationship. The journal is hand written and in a "business year book" given out by OZ Electrical Manufacturing of Brooklyn NY 262 Bond Street. Who knows? Are they still around? I...
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It seems that a feature that I use not-so-often in Photoshop remedies sufficiently the awful color caught by my webcam. So I took a silly picture just a few minutes ago. I am wearing a hat I never wear for the thing is just to damn small for my big head.

12:09. What happened to the passage I was writing about my cat nap. I...
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Everywhere is a journal lately.

I just wrote in my LJ.

It is 5:55 and I have to go off to the chaotic Job.

Good Morning.

I cancelled the ability to upload pictures from my cell phone. I just want to be able to have it on and text. No games , no MobiTV, no nothing. What the hell are we coming to!