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Feb. 24th, 2005 @ 09:57 am god bless my almighty chest hair
Current Mood: excited
Currently Reading: Bond
I discovered a few nights ago that my long absent abnormally long chest hair (just one strand mind you) has returned! It is a glorious 6 inches! Hopefully it won't fall out again.
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Feb. 24th, 2005 @ 10:28 am Give me your hungry.. and swaddle them in orange cloth
Current Mood: chipper
Currently Reading: still bond (the classical quartet -- not soundtrack)
There was a letter in todays newsday from a reader about the gates. Normally, as a rule, I don't read the letters to the editor section (unless the letter is my own) as there is nothing I can stand less than ignorant people making ridiculous assertions (almost as bad as CSPAN on a sunday morning. I can never understand that, you would expect people who actually watch CSPAN would be fairly well informed, but they are all crack pots). However I felt adventurous this morning and wanted to read about the gates. I was not disappointed. sure enough one of the letters brought up, in a roundabout way, the expense of the whole thing. Which as far as I am concenred is a valid point -- I could think of numerous ways to better spend 21 million dollars. But this person asked, how are the gates helping to feed the hungry in other countries (rarely do these do gooders care to help the people in their own neighborhood). THEY ARE NOT! And that is fine. For starters 21 million dollars wont do a whole lot to stop a global hunger epidemic. But on a more basica level, the money belongs to christo and he can do with it what he sees fit. sometimes excess is good. And while I dont think what he has done is art, I do love the sheer audacity of the whole thing. And to that, dear christo, I say, let them eat cake.
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Feb. 24th, 2005 @ 04:06 pm small world
Current Mood: nostalgic
Currently Reading: bond
I was talking to a filmmaker friend of mine today about the costs involved with creating a short film as well as distribution and post production. He doesnt have any experience with distribution so he gave me the website for a friend of his who creates and distributes his own movies (low budget horror movies). it turns out I know/knew the guy. When I was growing up I was involved with a lot of community theater and met him through that. I was an extra in one of his first movies, 17 years ago (god that is scary)! Such a small world -- maybe I can be an extra in his next movie.. hahaha
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Feb. 24th, 2005 @ 07:34 pm Enough dust to start a new species of bunnies...
Current Mood: accomplished
Currently Reading: bond, bright eyes
I cleaned my room today. I will spare the details of how long it has been since the last cleaning. I have too much crap, too much collected junk that was beginning to cave in on me. The pressure of commodities, that once held so much anticipation and promise can be quite stifling. So I filled up 4 bags of garbage. 2 bags of clothes. got rid of about 150 cd cases. threw out some relics of youth. Finally convinced myself that I will NEVER EVER review my notebook from 10th grade biology. Got rid of enough nail clippings to put a voodoo curse on my entire family tree. Found lots of pens. Found a picture of me on my proudest day (when I got about 100 jelly beans out of vending machine with only one quarter).

My next challenge, reorganize my books. Over the years my library has grown to over 1500+ books. Though sadly I am a bit behind in reading them all. OK, so I will prob never again read my English ttextbook from 8th grade..

If anyone is interested in procurring a large collection of Dylan bootleg tapes let me know.
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Feb. 24th, 2005 @ 07:44 pm that fickle friend, memory
Current Mood: contemplative
Currently Reading: the silence of thought
What a curse and blessing it is to be kept kneeling at the altar of memory. during the course of my cleaning I cracked open my box of memories and sorted through them. Pictures, bad HS poetry (and the occasional gem), IM convos, stories and letters from across the years of those I have loved and those who have loved me. Its funny in reviewing my stash, how high and mighty I was and though young I possessed a wisdom and selfconfidence that was outerwordly. I think now it was bluster, a bluff, or just an ignorant jest at life. Memory weaves such a tangled web of regret and relief. Having lived all of my 26 years, I now have the benefit of a littel hindsight and it is curious to see who still holds meaning for me, who I still am friends with. I guess all have meaning at one point, and in a way they all still do: who are we if not a collection of memories, as shaky a foundation as ever. Perhaps one of the favorite things I have come across, from a long forgotten IM convo was this quote: "I hope I never meet anyone like you (by you, she was referring to me) -- you are a self indulgent selfish fuck." Ironically, I am still friends with her.
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