That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, [...]
Archive for September, 2004
This is another one of those multi-day quick rehashing of what I’ve been up to as of late. It has been busy.
I played live for the first time as a member of Subliminal Self last night. Got free Guinness out of it too.
I spent all day yesterday taking a Myers-Briggs Type Indicator [MBTI] class. The main reason for this was to escape Cubicle Land™. Results herein forthwith.
This is a very busy week for me, I don’t know if I’ll have much time to blog or not. That said, here is the rundown.
What should I be for Halloween?
Some memories worth remembering from my high school days. This is by no means an exhaustive list. Not available in all areas. Void where prohibited.
I heard through a secondary source that someone once explained me as someone who “never assumes anything.” I’m not sure if this is correct, but I will assume it is and try to watch it play out.
Finally picked up my Spencer Tunick print from MOCA Cleveland this weekend. Now I just have to get it framed. If you can find me in this photo you are lying since I’m nothing more than a little splotch way up in the distance. Click the pigs for some context. Click the people for a [...]
I read music pretty well, but sometimes I think my guitar instructor thinks I’m an idiot, because I read music strangely.
There was once a clown who worked at a circus factory that made clown parts. This clown was a quality tester at the factory.
Over the weekend I had a conversation with B rd over at edlundart about time and since then I’ve coincidentally read several short stories dealing with time travel by Michael Swanwick.
In the middle of the last century, the United States of America was in full swing at the Communist Threat Within. McCarthyism was rife and Hollywood was in thrall to the bullyboy tactics of blacklisting. The rampant success of I Was A Teenage Werewolf  in this time period is surprising given its quite obvious [...]
Willem Dafoe was the devil and had made a movie in the tradition of The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs. For some reason, my subconscious chooses Willem Dafoe to be the face of evil when I dream.