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5 December 1998
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i finally picked up beck's new album yesterday. there are some very good songs on it, but as a whole i'm not sure it quite lives up to the hype that surrounded its release. i mean, everything that beck has put out has been great, but with one foot in the grave, i fell in love on the first listen, and find more in it every time i go back to it. mutations is growing on me, but it's not quite the same feeling.
if yr using a 4.x browser, i have to suggest that you check out the shredder. it's a completely new paradigm for displaying html. it rivals the web stalker (i/o/d 4), as my favourite browsing experience.
the whole "holiday season" is just around the corner, but it just doesn't feel that way. the christmas lights and decorations just look surreal, not at all festive. and it's not just the heat. that's a factor, this is the first december that i've spent outside of new england, and it's even hot for texas, but there's more to it. there's something different inside of me too. i've felt it changing for a while, slowly over the years. maybe the heat and the distance at this time of year have shocked some sort of metamorphosis into taking place.
i went out tonight to go hear robert anton wilson speak. that was pretty cool. i had seen him speak on video before, so i already had a voice and face to put with his books, but there's always something more in person. i was expecting to be out later, 'cause there was all this other stuff going on as well. i did stick around for a while to hear rev. ivan stang preach about bob and slack and stuff, and a few things were lit on fire, but as i was there alone, and am not terribly social among strangers, i eventually took off. i did see a blue guy with horns. and there was a note on my van with a phone number that said "please call, i have exact same van".
if yr using a 4.x browser, i have to suggest that you check out the shredder. it's a completely new paradigm for displaying html. it rivals the web stalker (i/o/d 4), as my favourite browsing experience.
the whole "holiday season" is just around the corner, but it just doesn't feel that way. the christmas lights and decorations just look surreal, not at all festive. and it's not just the heat. that's a factor, this is the first december that i've spent outside of new england, and it's even hot for texas, but there's more to it. there's something different inside of me too. i've felt it changing for a while, slowly over the years. maybe the heat and the distance at this time of year have shocked some sort of metamorphosis into taking place.
i went out tonight to go hear robert anton wilson speak. that was pretty cool. i had seen him speak on video before, so i already had a voice and face to put with his books, but there's always something more in person. i was expecting to be out later, 'cause there was all this other stuff going on as well. i did stick around for a while to hear rev. ivan stang preach about bob and slack and stuff, and a few things were lit on fire, but as i was there alone, and am not terribly social among strangers, i eventually took off. i did see a blue guy with horns. and there was a note on my van with a phone number that said "please call, i have exact same van".