You know, I feel no need to be dynamic in ascii over here.
I'm so much less wired than I used to be. I would rather
enchant people than pixels.
These days I look like something I used to hate. The envy
variety of hatred, that is. I look like one of them, and
if I'm not introduced as such ("You'll like her, she's a
berkeley type" - referring to the operating system.) people
tend to be surprised that I end up deep in technology.
In post-apocalypse New Orleans, I've taken up shooting in
the absence of ballet classes to go to. Seems appropriate
enough in these strange times. (I fell in love with a small
black piece of german engineering. In 9mm.) Now it's just
practice, I suppose. It seems to require the same steadiness
of hand and movement. Convincing my hands to behave like
ballet hands and it actually hits where I want it to.
This song is a pretty, melancholy cover. Seems to fit now.
music: The Concretes: Miss you
candice at November 3, 2005 09:45 PM
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