magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

17 February 1999

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so this could be it for a while. as the story currently stands, dnet pulls the plug on carrot and daikon tomorrow noon. we've got things basically up and running mail-wise in hartford. but there were snags in the web side of things today. that's not really my deal anymore, but it's still kinda thrown me. (i mean, xochipilli, mush, harlequin, nerdhead, and a few others are my responsibility, but i'm hoping to get carrot back online somewhere soon to deal with them.)

and then while i was out in class daniel messages: "do not do anything .. talk to me first please ..." and of course he hasn't been around since i got back. and the plan, my plan anyway, is to get up at about 630 my time (not terribly far from now, it's about midnight) to finish things up before painting tomorrow. but now i don't know what the deal is.

mark kozelek is singing "it's all mixed up" from my computer speakers. how appropriate. i finally picked up the newest red house painters album, songs for a blue guitar. it came out when i was living in amherst. that was an eternity ago. good disc though.