
	i suppose i stay up late at night looking for that someone waiting for an e-mail perhaps or a voice to whisper to me but mainly it's the sodas	01.05.2005 04.01 gmt -05.00
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	calling all those with opinions (scathing ones preferred). my passion for design has once again been re-ignited (i've been drinking not but water) and as such, i've spent many countless hours these past few days (i think) making a new (same) design. i've been stuck in this minimalist phase these past few years; obsessed with alignment. it's terrible. i would be most appreciative if you would provide some feedback (negative is most helpful, though if found to be non-agreeable, it'll be ignored). knock me off my high horse, comment on anything and everything you can think of; except the font size. leave it be. if it were meant to be read i would supply have supplied a magnifying glass. picture here (1280 by 1024 / 440kb)	01.02.2005 06.00 gmt -05.00 stonebridge put 'em high (jj's 12'' mix)
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	happy new year! cheers! (lens cap in my mouth, 50mm lens in my hand)	01.01.2005 04.53 gmt -05.00
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	went to benihana's with justin (whom i have not seen in two years). reminisced about old times; wanted to t.p. dr. zinn's corvette (that cur!). proposed duel between chef's to see who is the ultimate shrimp man and / or woman; the american chef would lose. best part of the aviator: howard hughes flew down to the set of sylvia scarlett in his seaplane and took katherine Hepburn golfing; right then. what. a. play3r. akindof.Paradise (photoblog) is eighty percent through the layout stage. minor modifications: three days to a week. coding final page: week to two depending on pixel discrepancies. marilyn manson's cover of personal jesus. good song to play down the desolate roads of boondock savannah with hunters parked on the side. scares them deers real good.	12.31.2004 02.50 gmt -05.00 marilyn manson personal jesus (radio edit)
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	howard hughes has always been a hero of mine; his position in the Ærospace pantheon has been re-affirmed. after-christmas sales are the best. bought watch no.12 today. forty percent discount. picture reads like a book (english). newest first. it's an addiction i know; need help. adopt one?	12.30.2004 00.00 gmt -05.00
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	i was cross with the world and whatnots up till now. my emotions have reset for the day; like clockwork. experiment no.25844 ate a slice of beef sausage with gouda cheese with hopes of inducing dreams of savannah's morose trees. most likely outcome reoccurring nightmare no.2: time blurs as i lie in a puddle of ever increasing blood. warm and painless; i can see my life leaving. my throat has been slit once again.	12.29.2004 04.10 gmt -05.00 depeche mode in your room (jeep rock mix)
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	pixel discrepancy fixed at theDragPolar now; modify livejournal account design create photoblog update my portfolio's design beat grand theft auto: vice city	12.29.2004 01.37 gmt -05.00
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	stolen from downtym. 01. i am jack's squiggly spooge! 02. if you could fight any historical figure, who would it be? either justice johnny marshall, alex (the fiduciary) hamilton, or the man himself 4l4\|\\| gr33\|\\|5p4\|\\|. 03. if you could fight any family member, who would it be? charlamagne. 04. if you could fight any teacher, who would it be? benn t. zinn, thermodynamics professor from the ninth level of h-e-double hockeysticks, or whatever. 05. if you could fight any animated character, who would it be? the dinosaurs from "the land before time i-lcmxxicibvicisi". 06. if you could fight any animal, what would it be? kodiak marmoset. 07. if you could fight any movie monster, what would it be? giant hurricane!!! or asteroid!!! 08. if you could fight any movie actor, who would it be? augustus gloop 09. if you could fight any literary figure (writer or written), who would it be? thoreau and the fantastic four. (dickinson, hemingway, dickens, and huxley) 10. if you could fight anyone on your lj friends list, who would it be? magelix, because all he ever posts are error logs from his damn server. oh, and mcnamara's new cookbook and/or fitness guide.	12.24.2004 23.55 gmt -05.00
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	my room, not much to see. nowadays i mostly sleep on the floor. desk, computer, and all of its peripherals. my beautiful catherine howard. some of my books / media collected while in college. there are rows behind the ones visible. need more bookshelves. algerian flag. peachtree stop. five points transfer station. the north line at five points. the cranes reminded me of the rashomon gate from kurosawa's film "rashomon".	12.06.2004 23.36 gmt -05.00
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	dad gave me a check up when upon my stay at home. he listened to my heart for four minutes; worried me. my heart slows down sometimes he says. slumber arrives later every night as there is a constant tightness in my chest. I am not tired anymore. we met a bengali fellow at the olive garden. he kept asking pointed questions about my future. i thought he was going to offer his daughter's hand in marriage. the right picture; color / composition. can stir up settled sedimentary feelings, once thought to be lost. into such a cloud; days / weeks pass before it clears away. amazing. i live for others; when shall i find someone who lives for me? sweetness follows; i say to myself at night.	11.29.2004 02.52 gmt -05.00
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	i have this reoccurring dream where i'm writing in this leather-bound ledger sized book. i've been writing since first i dreamt it; years ago. for those few minutes all is clear. words form at the speed of thought and everything written is a gem. depeche mode talks to me through fortune cookies; say "your happiness is your sorrow unmasked" stars in atlanta are a fable. stories mothers tell their children at bedtime. the bank of america and bellsouth buildings and an orange (street lamps diffused through fog) glow comprise the skies over atlanta. you can read by it. in iowa; quite the opposite. i dreamt my first night back in john deere country of a hotel room on the ninety seventh floor with a glass ceiling; one piece. colors of stars in orion's belt were distinguishable, comets could be tracked, meteors counted, the arm of the milky way followed. the ends of the universe were visible. i filled my nikon with as many pictures as its memory could contain. spent a goodly five hours gazing knowing i wouldn't get another chance, until i eat something disagreeable and sleep on the floor at an appalling hour. upon being woken by sunlight hurtling at the speed of light in from my window, baking me in my blanket, i willed my camera to retain those images. alas, compact flash cards are not a good medium for recording luminiferous Æther. mo says i have a johnny depp sexiness about me. that i can develop further.	11.17.2004 02.11 gmt -05.00
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	srishti finished up her midterms; we set a play date so to say. spent a good three hours helping with laundry (by not intently staring at her as she folded her clothes), catching up on stuff, and committing acts of "bio-terroism" so to speak; more on that when srishti posts pictures. in other news, my camera came in! and is most awesome. must devote a good week or so getting to know it better as it has more options than a microwave. nikon d70 + night out with sryshti	10.15.2004 01.14 gmt -05.00
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	i read other journals and feel terrible at my lack of skill; to write so e-lo-quent-ly. i've been taking vitamins, nine a day. they taste terrible, smell terrible, and turn my urine a scary neon green yellow crayola color. birthday no. twentythree went swimmingly well. very auspicious as it's a prime number. was feeling low earlier during the day. brian had convinced me to attend acf (asian christian fellowship) that night. finished work early and did some bible study with my friends. went out for dinner afterwards. brian and everyone surprised me with a cake, with my name spelled correctly! andrew caked me later that night; chocolate. friends make it all right. heidi bought me kartography (recommended by the wonderful rabab) and good omens (books they be). have been listening to new depeche mode remix (enjoy the silence by mike shinoda), the postal service (hits too close to home), and the shins. dreams are... reoccurring. for the last three weeks, with a smattering here and there of hanging out with rabab and eating cake. speaking of which... yoinked from rabab's friendster bio: i might look innocent but i'm a dangerous woman. i ride around at the dead of night astride a navy blue iguana named ickihima, searching for purple bearded possums. only the best of swordsmen (or women) can ever dream of battling me. i possess all assortments of sharp fighting objects and don't fear using them. on anyone. for any reason, or none. depends upon my mood. if you ever cross my path, always remember: the muffins are for jake. and if i don't like you, i might throw you off a plane. i've done it before. such a silly girl. went out to the driveway at work to place an order from ritzcamera. got bitten by three mosquitoes and two something or others on various parts of my legs. found an ant enjoying the back of my knee after lunch. i itch all over! my legs. nikon d70 + 18-70mm f/3.5-4.5g ed-if af-s dx zoom + 50mm f/1.8d autofocus lens + 1gb ultra ii compactflash card + filters and tripod and bag should be arriving tuesday / wednesday. yay!	10.10.2004 02.19 gmt -05.00 depeche mode enjoy the silence - reinterpreted
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	i'm getting better at cycling. sped past a fellow cyclist who was riding a racing bike. uphill. my thighs are getting thicker, day by day. i look like an idiot; for my legs are twigs.	09.24.2004 02.52 gmt -05.00
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	is it so much to ask for a good's night rest once in a while? why does my eye always have to act up? the entire day it felt as though there was a vice on it. and now the ac is acting up and making this sound; such as a dog would make if it were being sucked through the filter. this past week sucked. nothing has worked out, and i'm finding it harder to go to bed. it's becoming like that one semester in school when all i could think of was how to knock myself out so i can get some sleep; i averaged about five hours a night. i need good dreams in order to rest. for me, they are always in color, they are always lucid; i need a solid dream that my subconscious can feed on. relevant tangent; when i get sick, my dreams are nothing but static. random fleeting images, thoughts, and sounds that haunt me in the night; i can't turn them off. i wake up feeling horrid. that's what this past week has been like. gads! it's two o five and i have to be at work at nine... FUCKING SHIT!!! i need to FUCKING SLEEP!!! thinking about it just makes it harder to sleep, i think i'll read for a bit and try to calm myself down. side note; tbs plays strange college movies from the eighties that have all the sex scenes deleted making the movie only thirty minutes long. they also feature a japanese / chinese guy who is obsessed with women... damn ski ballet, damn synth music, damn token jock guy with beer, damn token swedish fellow with horrible accent and grudge; damn internt which keeps dropping, i'm not going to bed till i post this. fuckit.	09.21.2004 02.37 gmt -05.00
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	listening to radiohead's karma police gives me goose bumps. the past week has been rough, but friends do an excellent job smoothing out the rough parts. rabab ruined my sleep schedule. we talked till four in the morning this past sunday. was a much needed phone call. had much to catch up on. proof of a close friendship; long silences are not awkward. filtered water freezes clear without bubbles; most pretty. caring is creepy by the shins is very good. i like to window shop a lot. i'll walk around a store holding my current object of desire; imagining how nice it would be if i owned it; all the things i can do with it; all the people i can meet; then i put it down and move on. if i really want something, this cycle continues for months. as soon as the new seven mega pixel prosumer digital cameras come out, i shall go forth and purchase one. i sure hope i can make time for all the new friends i'll have. gee golly! in an attempt to stop using i, i shall use one in i's place. one does not also know that i am wearing a monocle to complete the effect. sleep was night was unattainable till around six when one tires of trying to slumber. computer / air-conditioning / refrigerator / other people's alarm clocks / one's own need to go to the restroom resulted in dreams where... one cannot go to sleep. i throw grammar to the wind as past patriots threw tea into the boston river. (what a paltry obscure historical reference roll; i only have a +2 to it). srysthi pointed out that one've forgotten about ones promise for stories. so here's one. the vacuuming story it's called. i decided one day to vacuum the room but was too lazy to put on my glasses. so i'm bent over the handle peering closely at what it is that i'm vacuuming when i run into the corner of the bar table and scratch the side of my stomach. no biggie. finish cleaning and take a shower. the scratch was stinging all throughout the shower and i reach down and feel the skin is raised some. no biggie. post-shower i reach down and (still no glasses) see that it's a bit pink. feel around some and wipe the excess water. water turns out to be blood as i realize i cut myself... vacuuming the floor. i was due to meet smitha in minutes for the premier of the powerpuff girls movie, so i just wrapped some toilet paper around my midriff and finished getting ready. there is an inch scar that serves as reminder; don't vacuum (vacuum has two u's in it? since when!?) without glasses, it's just not safe.	09.20.2004 23.13 gmt -05.00
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	my watch came back from repairs today. was feeling down so i treated myself to some books and... another watch. met another retired cyclist today on marta. we talked shop for the length of the ride. he too approves of catherine; he too owned a bianchi racing bike. there is an invader zim party being planned, join us. also! go see garden state. if i could write better, i would tell you of tales that you've probably never heard; and maintain an actual audience. starting tomorrow, stories from my life.	09.15.2004 23.50 gmt -05.00
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	sryshti gives the best hugs.	09.14.2004 02.23 gmt -05.00
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	i don't know anymore. a few things that everyone should know... bangladesh is cursed, as is september eleventh.	09.11.2004 13.11 gmt -05.00 yoko kanno wolf's rain strangers
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	i have a teeshirt from yale that says "yale engineering". people ask why i wear it. becuase... people ask. bike no.5 has been named catherine howard. catherine howard hums as she speeds down and up roads. while the shirt garners attention from the college crowd, small children yell "bike!!!" teenagers ask how much she was, and fellow bikers give me a slight nod at the sight of catherine. the old men tell of the old days, when they would race in florida for hours on end; they also know the exact amount of pressure in my tires (80psi, racing bikes are around 120psi). a random rider riding a cannondale race bike on the same road as i remarked on the quality of catherine, and zoomed off. i met a mr. koji noguchi at the wachovia atm through catherine. we chatted about Ærospace; exchanged phone numbers and e-mail. bangladesh was much fun. short though; had more fun than my previous visits as i'm unsure as when my next trip will be. used fourteen rolls of film. pictures soon? dubai is a sim city city with the infinite money cheat. gulf air owns only new model boeings and airbuses. every 100th oxygen mask contains 100 us dollars. construction cranes cover the sky. there is a section in the city mall devoted to watches and jewelry. found watch no.10 there. sent in watch no.9 for repairs. amazon plus paychecks is heaven. a list if you will... books: "an introduction to the theory of Æroelasticity" by y.c. fung, "Æroelasticity" by bisplinghoff, ashley and halfman. dvds: invader zim season one and two, the entire director's series. music: details by frou frou, the garden state soundtrack. i recommend... to you... as a friend, brother (film), dolls (film), interpol (audio), the killers (audio), samurai champloo (anime ost), samurai 7 (anime), papillion (book), life of pi (book). kommy.net is up and running. sushi while it's raining is nice. six gmail invites are available. want one?	09.01.2004 21.44 gmt -05.00 samurai champloo departure no way back
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	from an e-mail to a ms. r. ahmed. __. __. i thought i would be having more fun here than i thought, __. __ i think to myself how much more wonderful this trip could be, __. __, __, i find myself more irritable and short tempered. dad and co. constantly going on about how they're going to introduce me to girls (whether jokingly or not) does not make the situation any better. i told mom my stance on arranged marriage (that i won't and will not even consider it) she said that we must have a talk later. __, __. the flooding here is not making bdesh any more fun. it's not just that people are dead and homeless, it's that their livelihood and that of bangladesh is either gone or in serious jeopardy. the majority of the crops and livestock are destroyed. in an agricultural third world country... what is left for the people? everyday the newspaper headlines tell of the situation getting worse, about the millions of citizens displaced, the hundreds dead, and the politicians that promise assistance but falter. it amazes me, how proud must the government be to not ask for outside help and let bangladesh and its people suffer. it makes me sick. the health of my family does not make it any better. my nanu and dadabhai are both getting worse. in the two years since i've seen them last, their health has greatly declined, nanu the most. talking with them however, you wouldn't know how sick they are. they laugh it off and talk as if they have a good forty years to go. it makes me sadder to know that since i've left bangladesh back in the early eighties, i've only spoken with them a handful of times. even if i were to spend everyday with them starting now, i still missed out on years and years of stories, advice, admonishments, and praise. __. __. __? __, __. __. __. __. __. __. __... 01. __ 02. __ 03. __ 04. __ 05. __ 06. __ sooo... yeaaah... sorry about that bit. i should have put a venting warning in the beginning. on to happier things. the trip here was ok, not terribly exciting. so before we got on the plane to leave to paris, dad and i got pulled aside and checked out. the guy (from homeland security) looked at my passport, called his partner over, looked some more, and then his partner went off in the corner with my passport and started talking on his walkie-talkie. the other guy made dumb idle chit chat and held us while his partner ran my name through their database to see if of course, i was a terrorist. which just pissed me off. i was wholly convinced then to change my name. but later i realized i love my name too much, and that it would raise another flag to the many i already have for being brown, muslim, named hamza, and from algeria. my uncle and nanu suggested that i change my name to something jewish. so the trip was long and boring. watched hidalgo, which I was surprised to find, was rather good. the rest of the movies i've already downloaded and watched. the food was okay, not something amazing. plus i was eating as little as possible to keep down on using restrooms during my trip. we landed in paris but couldn't go outside since dad had 15,000 dollars cash on him. let me tell you, charles de-gaulle airport is depressing. the layout is interesting and nice, but the materials they used were crap. white tiny circular tiles for the floor, small windows, speckled and asbestos like. seemed like a giant bathroom. the food at the restaurant on the eleventh floor that offered a panoramic view (of the ac units) had six-dollar pre-packaged sandwiches. terrible. i couldn't pick up an souvenirs since they ran about thirty dollars. most of the time was spent waiting for the emirates check-in counter to open. i was kept company by this cute five year old who went by nick. his father booked flights to washington but for some reason or other their reservation was cancelled. so i watched nick and his little brother till their dad finished things up. some facts about nick... 01. he's five and from thames 02. he's a very good artist and a builder 03. he's built a house out of cotton balls but couldn't fit inside 04. he can throw logs that weigh 404040404040404040404040 over houses 05. he has this huuuuuuuuuge book from which he learns more about than what normal people know 06. he's very polite 07. he finds school boring because all he does is draw, he suppose he must wait some years before he can learn something useful 08. nick drew three pictures for me (scans following my safe arrival in atlanta) in exchange for a paper airplane and origami boat. the flight from paris to dubai, and then to bangladesh was something else. i am not a fan of emirates for these reasons. their seats are highly uncomfortable, their interior colors make me want to puke, and their passengers always include those that are smelly, noisy, own smelly noisy children that make me want to poke my eyes out with the plastic forks. there was this kid behind me who kept banging my backseat. his dad kept telling him to stop or else the person in front of him would get upset. after a half hour or so of this, i turn around and tell the dad to keep his kid in line, the dad then grabs the kid over and tell him "see! you made him mad! now apologize!" they then traded seats so the kid could annoy my dad. the food while being better than delta, did not make up for it. the cute french stewardess who kept calling me darling did alleviate my eye-poking tendencies. __. __! i bought some baby wipes and had to substitute that for showers. needless to say, the first thing i did upon arrival was to have a nice shower. i must tell you! dhaka has changed so much in two years! first of all, they finished renovating zia international airport and it's amazing! so clean and big, and a lot less hectic. all of our bags made it safe with no cuts and nothing missing. also, they got rid of the old baby taxis and put in new natural gas four-stroke taxis. the air is so clean! it's amazing! tonight we're going to my khala's house for dinner. the rest of the time is spent studying for my gres. __. __! __, __? __, __. __? i'd like to take a look at it before i leave. i'll be back on the fifteenth or so (a sunday) so i'll take a day off on monday __. hmmm, nothing else. i'm sitting here watching the nightmare before christmas with heidi and waiting for everyone to get back so we can have lunch. oh! __, __, __, __, __. anyhow, i must be getting to. __. __, __.	07.28.2004 16.24 gmt +06.00 young buck bang bang
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	sharp like an edge of a samurai sword the mental blade cut through flesh and bone though my mind's at peace, the world out of order missing the inner heat, life gets colder oh yes, i have to find my path no less, walk on earth, water and fire the elements compose a magnum opus my modus operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in micro chip on my armor a sign of all-pro the ultimate reward is honor not awards at odds with the times in wars with no lords, a freelancer a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan only trust your instincts and be one with the plan some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry some days, some nights some live, some die in the name of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry look, just the air around him an aura surrounding the heir apparent he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty he to the people and land, loyalty we witness above all to hear this, sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness set sail to the sun set no second guessing far east style with the spirit of wild west the "quote-unquote" code stands the test of time for the chosen ones to find the best of noble minds that ever graced the face of a hemisphere with no fear, fly over the blue yonder where the sky meets the sea and eye meets no eye and boy meets world and became a man to serve the word to save the day, the night, and the girl too	07.11.2004 23.23 gmt -05.00 samurai champloo nujabes feat. shing02 battlecry
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	five days; a new record for me. breaking my back just to know your name seventeen tracks and i've had it with this game i'm breaking my back just to know your name but heaven ain't close in a place like this anything goes but don't blink you might miss cause heaven ain't close in a place like this i said heaven ain't close in a place like this bring it back down, bring it back down tonight never thought i'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight well somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that i had in february of last year it's not confidential i've got potential ready? let's roll onto something new taking its toll and i'm leaving without you ready? let's roll onto something new but heaven ain't close in a place like this anything goes but don't blink you might miss cause heaven ain't close in a place like this i said heaven ain't close in a place like this bring it back down, bring it back down tonight never thought i'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight well somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that i had in february of last year it's not confidential i've got potential a rushin', a rushin' around pace yourself from me i said maybe baby please but i just don't know now somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that i had in february of last year it's not confidential i've got potential a rushin', a rushin' around the radio plays this tune five times a day at the least. i avoid it as much as possible and limit myself to small snippets spread over a week's time; charlie-and-the-chocolate-factory-esque. i <3 t3h semicolons.	07.09.2004 01.17 gmt -05.00 the killers hot fuss somebody told me
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	happy birthday to my sister! she's nearly caught up to me; must turn twenty three soon. i've been working at commexpress for a while now doing market research. not quite using my Ærospace degree to its fullest, but it's a job. first check was used to by some pants (can never have too many pants), a rotring pen (made of solid brass in case you need to break a door down), and bike number five. bikes one through three were stolen and four was sold. five remains with me in my room at night. the squirrels have been eyeing number five since day one. four of them tried to jump in my path the other day. they shall not succeed. going to hopefully see some fireworks and take some pictures tonight. the new orbital (blue album), the streets (a grand don't come for free), enigma (voyageur), hybrid (morning sci-fi), royksopp (melody a.m.), the killers (hot fuss), the mars volta (de-loused in the comatorium), and jem (finally woken) albums have undergone my special 3 point inspection and received my seal of quality. go buy them. i don't listen to music whole anymore; skipping around the tracks, i can get more in. business card draft. criticism appreciated. more frequent posts?	07.04.2004 15.10 gmt -05.00 hybrid morning sci-fi true to form
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	output format: 44100 hz, 16 bits per sample, 2 channels active buffer size: 2000 ms (352800 bytes) device: "sb live! audio [9000]" mixing: hardware, primary buffer: inactive buffer playback cursor: 249436 bytes [=============================================#==================] buffer write cursor: 207920 bytes [======================================#=========================] data buffered: total: 1956 ms (344996 bytes) async buffer: 191 ms (33712 bytes) buffer locks done: 270 underruns: 0 time played: 0:33.414 (5894236 bytes) time written: 0:35.369 (6239232 bytes) total time played: 2w 1d 5:47:47.395 volume: 0.000000 db / 0.000000 db	05.30.2004 23.26 gmt -05.00 art of noise moments in love
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	i ran over a squirrel today on my bike. it jumped right between my wheels.	05.24.2004 21.36 gmt -05.00 yoko shimomura kingdom hearts ost disc 2 destati
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	a meme 01. grab the book nearest to you, turn to page eighteen, find line four, and write down what it says. besides, enoch has lost his temper. 02. stretch your left arm out as far as you can. bed. 03. what is the last thing you watched on tv? bakuretsu tenshi episode three. 04. without looking, guess what time it is. 02.08 05. now look at the clock, what time is it? 02.09 06. with the exception of the computer, what can you hear? the ac unit and linkin park. 07. when did you last step outside? what were you doing? earlier this evening. enjoying the fine rain. 08. before you came to this website, what did you look at? the bathroom mirror. 09. what are you wearing? surgery scrubs. 10. what did you dream last night? can't recall. 11. when did you last laugh? few hours ago with ruhina on the phone. 12. what is on the walls of the room you are in? salvador dali print, cowboy bebop poster, l'instant taittinger poster, radiohead poster, parapluie-revel poster, oh my goddess poster. 13. seen anything weird lately? everyday. 14. what do you think of this quiz? tedious to reformat. 15. what is the last film you saw? tokyo godfathers. 16. if you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? a house. 17. tell me something about you that i don't know. i'm allergic to eggplant. 18. if you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? equally distribute resources. 19. do you like to dance? put on your red shoes and dance the blues. no. 20. would you ever consider living abroad? indeed yes. 21a. imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? maya. 21b. imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? ezra. 22. george bush ... is a terrible speaker.	05.13.2004 02.09 gmt -05.00 linkin park reanimation ppr:kut
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	i harbor a confession that must be confessed. i have discovered time travel. not fortunate enough to fall off of a toilet while hanging a clock, a frozen coke can explosion coupled with an exposed computer motherboard provided the means. as i am neither proficient in electrical engineering nor astrofrootyphysics, the time travel experience leaves much to be desired. jumps are at random and can only carry me forward a few weeks. at the present day (thursday, may thirteenth, in the year of our lord 2004); the wonderful days soundtrack has arrived in the mail, along with a replacement for the lost watch. the mp3s on the computer have mated bringing their population to 6242. j. stewart, j. yang, m. goodwin, w. sweat, and j. madden graduated. m. greenberg graduated and moved to california. hybrid is coming to atlanta in two weeks. the davinci code, grendel and neal stephenson's confusion have found their way to the bookshelf, bread crumbs litter the floor. bubble tea is still good. still no space odyssey. mellissa is coming back from china soon. the milk has gone bad. our imovie did not win. van helsing and kill bill 2 came out in a theater near you. spider-man 2 and troy are one month closer than they were one month ago. the aclu still enquires about obtaining a donation. the "war on terrorism" wages on. if on average the jumps hurl me four weeks forward and allow for a two day respite, my lifespan will be 672 (in units of non-time travel years) starting now. i shall let you all know how it all ends.	05.12.2004 02.09 gmt -05.00 leftfield leftism release the pressure
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	week(s) have passed since my last post. alas, i fear that i may have lost the majority of my fan base as a result. here's what's happened since february. met william gibson and got many books signed. he's rather down to earth for a pioneer of the cyberpunk genre. his handwriting is atrocious. got a new phone, got a new jacket. lost a watch at security check at the airport. realized how scared of turbulence (flying) i am now. borrowed some h.p. lovecraft from a friend. am making a movie with j. madden for imovie fest. lost my beloved geforce 2 ultra to age. received a membership card from the aclu. played in the snow in atlanta. william gibson william gibson signing my books tunnel connecting concourses b and c at chicago o'hare	03.18.2004 02.09 gmt -05.00 funki porcini the great drive by
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	webpage stats show a consistent twenty five visits per month. i can only assume these are from my stalker(s) and those unfortunate enough to be misled by my music list. there are two new photos in rotation at the top. herein lay highlights of the past few months in no particular chronological order. the state of the union address was a blast. ted kennedy and company applauding during "... key provisions of the Patriot Act are set to expire next year ..." of bush's speech was a nice touch. i'm lost as to the call for "... team owners, union representatives, coaches, and players to take the lead, to send the right signal, to get tough, and to get rid of steroids now ..." i partook in the board game puerto rico and dominated with an early coffee and tobacco production followed by purchases of a private harbor. competing players taking it easy on the new guy greatly contributed to my victory. graduation was fun. the school of Ærospace took up one fourth of the row (there was about thirteen or so graduating). not wanting to be outdone by cs and their occupancy of half the coliseum, we decided to do something that would prove once and for all that we are not the run of the mill rocket scientists. we ordered pizza. called papa john's and asked for a large cheese pizza to be delivered to the coliseum. amazingly, i got a call from the delivery boy in ten minutes. the assistance of the whole row was called for; money was passed down and the pizza was passed back. the event was replayed during the end of the ceremony on the big screen. mellissa went to china. i expect some nice pens to be brought back. watch no. seven was purchased from rich's for $69.55. i've gone back to sleeping on the floor. the bed no longer gives me filling dreams. they tend to be watered down images if anything. the floor however, is amazing. high definition, surround sound (thx certified mind you) dreams. as the sats would say ... dreams while on bed : dreams while on floor :: a. coke : pepsi b. morphine : heroin c. snow : water d. cat : litter box e. recluse : rivalry the correct answer is b. morphine : heroin borrowed brazil and spent the better part of the week singing the song. also borrowed the spike jonze and michel gondry dvds from the director's series from jake. two things ... firstly, spike jonze (adaptation, being john malkovich, beastie's boy sabotage, daft punk's da funk, fatboy slim's praise you, fatboy slim's weapon of choice) is white. secondly, michel gondry (human nature, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, chemical brother's star guitar, daft punk's around the world, bjork's human behavior) is my hero. happy new year! eid mubarak! and remember kids, rhythm is a dancer.	02.05.2004 19.16 gmt -05.00 moby porcelain (rob dougan mix)
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