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Monday, September 05, 2005


Gas at $1.30 and rising

soft cloth wash, originally uploaded by trevorsc.

Notice that the price of gas is missing on this sign? That's because it is not built to allow you to put up a number over ninety-nine cents on there. It's like Y2K all over again.

I had some great dreams last night but they faded too quickly for me this morning... like an old memory. I need to run to the keyboard first thing and pedantically type out what the dream imagination feeds me. Otherwise I do a bad job reinventing the dream with the few renegade images left to me and botch what was cool about it. Maybe the power of a dream on the mind, like an old memory, is that you want to try to recover it a little. good jokes do that, and good stories. is it a physiological thing that they do? Is it a brain-chemical feedback thing that makes us love them -- so much that we try to 'reconstruct' them, and end up crudely building false memories as monuments to lost thought?

Saturday, September 03, 2005


the Don in late august

the Don in late august, originally uploaded by trevorsc.

As Louisiana bleeds we catch a few errant sticks of riftwood under the highways that span the mighty Don river, Sewage Channel for the Future. It gets so brown and thick this time of year, I start craving malted milk whenever I peek over the bridge on the way home from work.

It's been an awful month for technology. My newish Pentax digital camera got mashed in the dark in Scotland, and I just lost my hard drive and am rebuilding my computer anew. I lost a lot of pictures, a lot of contact info, all my current work files for the shows I'm designing and that must be built this week, yadda yadda. I think a virus or worm knocked out my file allocation table. My FAT. It's gone. and with it everything I need to do my work.

I think I'll burn all my old notes from university, and chuck have the clothes I have in the closet as well. Maybe there's a movement starting here.

Can't seem to wean myself off the technology, though...

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