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.

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1 June 1999

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i dreamt that i was using a backhoe to create some sort of large sculpture in a courtyard, but i was doing it without permission. so i was working at night, and when i heard the authorities coming, i ducked into a nearby building.

the building was part of a technology-oriented school, like mit. there were all kinds of computer labs and such, some which were off-limits if you weren't a student. the coolest one i could get into was a retro computing lab. people were using apple ][es and similar era computers for all sorts of neat things. some students had a bunch networked to play go.

on the top floor of the building was a cafeteria. i was impressed with the amount of vegan food. i realized while standing in line that my hat made out of saran wrap made me easily identifiable as the person building the sculpture.

later in the dream i was packing. sam and i had been sharing an apartment and we were traveling back home to connecticut. we were going by plane with one of sam's friends, george, and a girl who i had at one point dated. we were already late leaving for the airport, and i noticed a closet full of stuff that we had forgotten to pack.


when sam got home from school, he started bugging me about driving him somewhere to buy blink 182's new cd which was released today. i had been thinking about going out to eat indian food. so i said i'd take him to a music store near an indian restaurant.

i had to go pick up the results of my physical first, and so we ended up driving past oblong, a local small book/music store who i'd much rather patronize than the large chain stores. and so we stopped and looked there and sam bought the last copy of the cd.

we still went to go eat indian food, which other than my own cooking, i hadn't had in quite a while, so that was cool.