All my friendships are telemediated, because talking in person isn’t so great. The whole thing’s unrewarding. Everybody else’s voice is more important. Only time I can speak truth is on the bathroom walls. But that’s just a bullhorn with a remote mic. No recourse, no defense, but no audience feedback. Just scribbles on paint. Kilroy …
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Rover Teeth
Getting bored more and more easily. Antsy, even. My acquaintances are, for the most part, not interested in me enough to pull me out of my doldrums; just sitting within earshot of them while I stare at my phone is perhaps the most painful way to spend my time. So I typically do the Irish …
Soliday
Really has been a Solitary Saturday. Spent all but 3 hours of it inside my apartment, mostly working on music. The song I wrote Wednesday has commanded a large chunk of my free time (which is fine, since I have a large chunk of it). The problem with spending so much solitary time is that …
This Is His Story
For those not keeping notes, I dug through my old site archives from the “1998” version of The Farm (a self-centered extension of my 1997 project) and the 2000~2002 archives of Phaysis and found a handful of blog-ish posts that were worth sharing (if only for sake of record). These were written back in the …
Two-Thousand and Ten Answers, But No Solution
I have the singular ability to embarrass myself, which is convenient because it saves you the effort. The way I beat you to the punch by deprecating myself, I consider that a service I excel at. Like mama always said, if you can’t say anything good, say it about yourself, because for every finger you …
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