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.

6 August 1999

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spent the day typing in journal entries. i feel like i have to get back on top of them so that i'm typing them online virtually live again. up to about half way through the summer at risd i had been writing them out fully in my paper journal, to be transfered online when i got around to it. i started doing that when i left texas in may. on one hand, i like having everything on paper, my paper journal was feeling neglected. but on the other hand, i feel like i don't express myself in the same way on paper as i do online. it almost seems like i'd be more open, knowing that there's a chance for editing before anyone else can read what i've written, but it turns out to be the opposite. i'm more open when i writing to the world at large.

and then, about half way through the summer session i fell behind in my daily entries, and just started taking sparse notes about days. four, five, six days at a time. (the first block was like ten days.) and then things completely become just a cataloguing of events, and lose a lot of the day to day insight, and feeling.

[and to be honest i'm writing all this in two week retrospect, form the note: "type?" itself written four or five days after the initial typing.]

went out to dinner with sam. ["...dinner with sam @taro's"]