A brief introduction.
Hi. My name's Bean. I've been writing online about the intimate details of my life for more than 15 years at this point. Although perhaps you noticed that throughout all of 2009 and the first half of 2010 this site was on something of a hiatus. I'm taking another stab at writing semi-regularly. We'll see how it goes.
Those little pictures next to the entries, sometimes clickable but often frustratingly not, have been a part of most entries since sometime in 1999. They tend to be a 48x48 pixel snapshot of my mood, my day, or some aspect of it. Sometimes they're just an inscrutable inside joke with myself. As source material I typically use things that I've photographed, drawn, painted, collaged, found, and/or stolen.
For the last few years, while I was ignoring this site, my Flickr and Twitter accounts saw more regular updates. Also, I've been posting some of my gradschool classwork and other work-in-progress sorts of things over at the tumblog on my kilodot.com domain.
There're some links over there in the right hand column, and here's [a currently broken] one to drop me a line. And 2200+ entries in which to learn more awkward things about me than you could ever possibly want to know.
Of tapes and broken glass.
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Pretty much every day for the past few weeks we've been told that some builders, coming to replace the front windows in our house, were imminent. Finally today, at 9:00am, on the one morning that I had turned my alarm clock off and made a conscious decision to sleep in, they showed up. One of the first things they did was to knock my video projector off of the shelf that it sits on in the living room. Luckily, aside from one scuffed up corner, it seems to be fine. I was planning on taking it with me to studio today anyway, to do some testing for my final video project, so I quickly removed it from the scene. I hope that they've taken better care of my bedroom, though the only easily breakable thing (aside from my big glass desk, which should be well enough out of their way) is an Ikea lamp that I already broke a couple of years ago. And I really should replace that anyway, I got a glass sliver from it last night.
Half way between my house and my studio, which is only about a three minute walk, is a bagel shop. The smell of bagels is seductive, although I seem to get an upset stomach about one out of every three or four times that I eat their tofu cream cheese.1 So most of the time I just keep walking. But today I got a bagel and grapefruit juice, and was going to go without coffee, but began getting a headache almost immediately. So after setting up my projector I went back out for some caffeine. I've only had about half a cup though, I'm still sipping on it now at 6:30.
The test for which I wanted to use my projector was not as successful as I would have hoped. The plan was to project some scrolling text across myself, in the green screen room, video tape2 that, and key out the green, to be replaced with some abstract footage that I'm going to shoot out in the world. Unfortunately, my projector is not really bright enough to illuminate me if I'm already well lit enough to stand out off of the green backdrop. It still might work, but it's going to take some tweaking.
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