i’ve been asked to do a project that involves “guerilla art.” something that has to do with performance art is good. i’ve got a few ideas and need to type to help my self sort them out. one includes many different forms of webpages. a few others involve recording devices, cameras, microcassettes, DAT and other…

it’s been seven years since i’ve read 1984, but for some reason i am compelled to pick it up again, and read. i normally don’t read prefaces and introductions, but walter cronkite wrote this one in 1983, and it intrigued me to know what he had to say about the impending year: [THIRD-PARTY QUOTATION OMITTED…

i’ve hit the road, and i am now sitting in a “chapters” which is canada’s version of b&n bookstore. like everywhere else, the starbucks adjacent to the store is closed. even though that’s where i’m supposed to meet josh and kristin. the day was good, except for the obvious, i hung out with erin for…

the countdown is now three days of work, 5 days at home. my last day working is saturday, then to modest mouse. my last day home is monday then driving. hopefully i’ll stay safe. adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

on august 23rd at 142pm, the phone rang; “hello!” -silence, but with background noise- “hello!” -background nose produces following sentence; “five years and you would just sit there?” “what?” -click- that was a few days before peter’s wedding, and it was a very strange happening. since then the phone has rang many times, i think…

[COPYRIGHTED LYRICS OMITTED — “Idioteque” by Radiohead — manual review required] (clue, each line is a different link) adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

my sleep schedule has been permanently changed to around 12 to 9ish. this is an interesting change. sleep now, talk later. adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

the last four days (monday excluded) i have had to, for one reason or another, get up before i’ve been used to. 9:30 was the latest. today was 8:30. yet, for some reason i can’t fall asleep. my dog is restless too. usually by this time of night she is passed out and if you…

slow saturday night, new girl (as always) set to possibly meet me after work at 11:30, no show. recent, and much better, girl called and got a message that she is not accepting calls, the automated fellow informed me it was from everyone, but i know that automatons lie. as i’m driving home, i’m resilient,…

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