October 2009
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Inner Workings 10/28/09
With an ungainly bump and a thud, I’m off on another internet adventure. Come journey with me through the rippled silliness of my grey matter, as I project it (word-wise) onto the screen before me. All for your consumption, my special special friends. Meaning anyone who bothers clicking onto here.
Which I hope is everyone, really. I hope there are people learning English just so they can...
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Scraps 10/27/09
1) Is Australia racist? Following the Harry Connick Jr Blackface Outrage (see here) and the ill-fated release of Oreo rip-offs entitled “Creole Creams” (evidence), Australia finds itself being asked that question. As a completely unqualified outsider, I’m going to answer it right now. On a whole, no more so than anyone else. In specific clusters, perhaps in a greater percentage...
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The Final Outlet
See, the issue here is that while it raises an interesting point, it’s ultimately stymied by the number of crudely drawn phalluses that dominate the walls. Admittedly, the crudely drawn phallus has been a staple of art going back some 20,000 years now. And seeing them in the bathroom stall, they were drawn with a certain haste, a sort of time-limit performance art. Unless the perpetrator...
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Me-time.
Surroundings: Unpleasant tiny fluorescent bulb in lamp, as white as light can be. So white it sucks the color out of everything it hits. Myself included. Headphones in, music blaring. Cheap office chair not built or adjusted or whatever for someone my height, or width for that matter. Large glass of water.
Sounds like a decent setup for writing something mostly pointless and putting it on the...
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The Benefits of Adventure
Again I’m treading into the waters of writing without the foggiest idea where I’m going. Bad metaphors aside—I assume they’re just a given now—I feel good. Weirdly good. Able-to-do-a-handstand good. No joke, I checked earlier.
I don’t necessarily think Australia is the reason for this, but I think decontextualizing myself (leaving everything I know, normally...
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Scraps 10/11/09
Likely to be titled “Scraps 10/11/09,” I begin this entry with utterly no idea of what I’m planning on saying. That’s a little scary, but mostly freeing. Especially in such a disposable medium as the internet. The little red X, your permanent escape ladder.
I will begin with my immediate stimulus. I’m listening to Clutch. No surprise there, and I need something to...