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Aug. 3rd, 2005 10:33 pmIn my quest to keep myself from dying of boredom, as in any other RPG, I have talked to quite a number of people about seemingly completely arbitrary matters
Garett and I discussed world domination, and he told me to buy one of Haruki Murakami books
Jonathan sent me a cryptic IM asking me if I wanted to go kite-flying, though he mentioned niether time nor place
Jeremy promised to AIM me when he's done with work
This woman from the OI arranged for me to start working a couple hours on Fridays and all day Saturday as soon as I'm not visiting family on weekends
This guy Brian wants my blood. Again. Also Jeremy's.
And I've spent many an hour muddling my way through a city maze, with all the usual little people scurrying this way and that
Although I had all the material components to cast a spell, I neglected to actually cast Mordicai's Magical Watchdog because I already had Spencer with me, and if he sees anything scary, like ogres or men with ladders, I can be sure he'll yelp and bolt in the other direction, dragging me along behind.
Jeremy and I went to the Musuem of Contemporary Photography yesterday. The first floor exhibit was really depressing. It was a collection of huge color prints of men who had been wrongfully convicted of violent crimes, at the scene of the crime or alibi location or site of misidentification.
Some of the descriptions of their arrests and convictions were just deplorable. Jeremy pointed out to me one man who had 11 alibi witnesses, and another who had served 11 yrs of a 13 yr sentence before they accquit him.
The upstairs exhibit I really liked. Borderlands by Eirik Johnson. It was a collection of shots of landscapes between two worlds. Burnt brush and the edge of an office complex. Wet mud with crops of spiny grass patches up front and gray-blue water stretching beyond, with a small tire track of some sort.
From the back of my exhibit card thing: "Johnson's photographs map the edges of newly created Edenic neighborhoods built on recently bulldozed land. The contractors have left little piles of the detritus of their work just out of sight. An occasional trail indicates that a newer genertation of chilren are exploring here.
There is evidence of squatters---clothing hanging in the trees, spent campfires. As in Eugen Atget's best photographs, there is an uneasy possibility that something mysterious has happened or is about to happen. ...This anticipation is in tension with a strange, relaxed beauty---scraps of discarded human detritus animate the spaces in mays that nature cannot."
If you'll excuse me, I have a pancake craving to feed.
Garett and I discussed world domination, and he told me to buy one of Haruki Murakami books
Jonathan sent me a cryptic IM asking me if I wanted to go kite-flying, though he mentioned niether time nor place
Jeremy promised to AIM me when he's done with work
This woman from the OI arranged for me to start working a couple hours on Fridays and all day Saturday as soon as I'm not visiting family on weekends
This guy Brian wants my blood. Again. Also Jeremy's.
And I've spent many an hour muddling my way through a city maze, with all the usual little people scurrying this way and that
Although I had all the material components to cast a spell, I neglected to actually cast Mordicai's Magical Watchdog because I already had Spencer with me, and if he sees anything scary, like ogres or men with ladders, I can be sure he'll yelp and bolt in the other direction, dragging me along behind.
Jeremy and I went to the Musuem of Contemporary Photography yesterday. The first floor exhibit was really depressing. It was a collection of huge color prints of men who had been wrongfully convicted of violent crimes, at the scene of the crime or alibi location or site of misidentification.
Some of the descriptions of their arrests and convictions were just deplorable. Jeremy pointed out to me one man who had 11 alibi witnesses, and another who had served 11 yrs of a 13 yr sentence before they accquit him.
The upstairs exhibit I really liked. Borderlands by Eirik Johnson. It was a collection of shots of landscapes between two worlds. Burnt brush and the edge of an office complex. Wet mud with crops of spiny grass patches up front and gray-blue water stretching beyond, with a small tire track of some sort.
From the back of my exhibit card thing: "Johnson's photographs map the edges of newly created Edenic neighborhoods built on recently bulldozed land. The contractors have left little piles of the detritus of their work just out of sight. An occasional trail indicates that a newer genertation of chilren are exploring here.
There is evidence of squatters---clothing hanging in the trees, spent campfires. As in Eugen Atget's best photographs, there is an uneasy possibility that something mysterious has happened or is about to happen. ...This anticipation is in tension with a strange, relaxed beauty---scraps of discarded human detritus animate the spaces in mays that nature cannot."
If you'll excuse me, I have a pancake craving to feed.
