March 2002 Archives
Jun 06, 2008
May I be the first to introduce you to March. It's one of those respectable
31-day months. Not like February at all. February is an abortion of a month.
Like that Greg dude who designed the calendar got real drunk the night before
and figured 28 days was enough. What a slacker.
I played doubles 8-ball with
John Popper
of
Blues Traveler
Thursday night at the Ritz. We won. I got most of the balls in, and he
got most of the feminine attentions. Fun night, it was.
I REALLY need to get ahold of a music sequencing program. I drive home
and all these wacked lyrics fill up my head. Take a look at some of the tracks I've created under "Evan" -> "Music". Oh, what I could do with the right tools!
Don't be a tool. Stay in school.
heh.
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 08, 2002
I'm like a wolf. I protect my own. It used to be I ran alone.
But that was then, and this is now. Duran Duran, I'm crazy like a cow.
Seriously though, I feel as if I've assumed a paternalish role
in my downtown posse.
When you're drunk off your ass at 4am, who do ya call?
Evan! When your car needs a jump, who do ya call? Evan! When ya need
a laugh or wanna throw back a few beers, who do ya call? Evan!
Feeling useful and needed and wanted is really important to me. I love
that the people that I care about can count on me. I love how my
cell phone goes bling-bling-bling with people wanting to chill. I feel
necessary. I feel like a big ole cog in the social dynamic. Gears
meshing with gears, turning around, making the whole damn thing hum.
It's the opposite of suicide.
When I meet someone new I find myself asking, "do you know so-and-so?",
"do you frequent here-or-there?". Austin is such a tightly-knit
community that the answer is very often, "yes". And I love it.
I get a little rush the moment I realize that the person is part of the
fabric of my world already. Even if they're a small pattern way off near the
edge. When I was young my mother had these thick cotton blankets. Way up
on the top edge of the blanket there was a few inches of ghetto-silk. It was
soft and smoothe and I liked rubbing my face on it when I snuggled into bed.
It's a lot like that.
When I first moved here (Austin) I had a lot of trouble finding
quality people to being into my fold. Also, I made a conscious effort
to keep my friends separated. I previously had experiences where, when I
introduced friends to friends, they ran off with each other leaving me
high and dry. Minus the high. I was a good clean-cut kiddo. I was sore
about the whole abandonment thing when I moved here, so I ended up bringing a little
piece of New York with me.
Recently I've been relatively balsy, or
experimental at least. I've been introducing friends to friends. The
results have been alchemic. I see more of my friends more, they see each
other more, and I become the speck of proverbial dust that the
friendship crystal forms around. I think I should talk to my doctor about
metaphor-suppressing drugs. I have health insurance now, you know? ;-)
Thanks,
Kelly,
for dropping some serious quality-control on koax.org. I'll try not
to get so excited about computer-y things ever again.
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 07, 2002
Last night driving home from
Ben's
SoNewMedia party I
got to thinking.
Imagine that everything I will ever express outwardly can be represented
by a plastic bottle of Sprite. The carbonation can be anything that's
worthy of attention. Some of the carbonation just diffuses into the air
all willy-nilly. Nobody pays much attention to it because it's like
static on the radio. There's no rhyme or reason to it. The opposite of
this, of course, is the bubbles. The bubbles are of the same stuff as the
fizz, except they've deliberately coalesced into something with form and
a definite quality. Little perfect round bubbles. For an example of
what I consider perfect little round bubbles, click
here.
I posted some photos of
Natasha last night. And
here they are.
The new ones are the "sg" series. They're PG-13. Halfway through the
shoot I realized that by actually holding the florescent (full spectrum) light
in my left hand while working the camera with my right hand, I could
compose a shot in record time. Unflattering shadows can be banished by
a simple placement of my left hand. Extremely fast and cool technique, methinks..
Natasha gets really pissy when it takes too long to compose a shot. So I discovered it out of
necessity. :) That, and I don't have any strobes yet. Soon though, soon.
Stay tuned.
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 06, 2002
Never trust a man who tucks his shirt in.
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 05, 2002
W E B D E S I G N - C A N - E A T - M Y - D I C K - - - - - - - - - ->
Tucked
Never trust a man who tucks his shirt in.
Roadkill
i walked behind the truck
with wrists chained in steel
forearms to chrome bumper
i walked
and when i could walk no further
i fell
and when i could fall no further
i sang
i sang as the rough road removed
layers of clothes and skin
and the rest of the meaty parts
that clung to my distended frame
i sang for all i was worth
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 04, 2002
Ahh yeah. I just started ganking around with the colors when I stumbled
upon this one. It's cozy I think. Like a nice pair of slippers.
Of course it assaults my heterosexual sensibilities, but what the heck?
It's different and distinctive. Just like me.
My life has begun to settle into something resembling a healthy rhythm.
I've got my friends at work, I've got my downtown posse, and of course
I've got my online cronies. I miss my parents tons. My father is in the
hospital with fluid in his lungs. He's got heart disease. It runs in the family. I feel so helpless being so far away. I want to be there now, and I just
can't be. I'll visit NY again in around a month, I think.
Being single again is kindof surreal. Thankfully,
Natasha isn't a
mean crazy ho. I'm also lucky that I've got a lot of stuff in my life
going on right now to keep me occupied. Idle hands are the insane's playground
or something. Wouldn't that be a good name for a club, "The Insane's Playground"? I think so too.
Let me know what you think of
the new design. I care.
behold!
I am a fabulous photographer.
Word up.
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 03, 2002
It's been a long time - I shouldn't have left you
without a weblog to click through
click through - click through
click through
click click through - click through
baby girl.
For the past couple weeks I have abandoned you. My usually nimble mind has
been bearing no fruit suitable for human consumption. Work has clearcut my
free time and salted my now barren mind. Every time that phone rings, a little piece of me dies.
Just kidding, I actually really enjoy my job. My schedule changed from Monday -> Friday to a Satuday -> Wednesday. As a result, today, Wednesday, I am working my TENTH day in a row.
Kill me now.
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 02, 2002
Howdy folks. How're y'all doing tonight? I'm great, thanks.
Ben organized a
little get together at Club Deville the other night. The theme
was, "Taking Online Interactivity Offline". Basically, a whole
bunch of people from
The Austin Index got together to drink a few fancy liquer drinks
and do what they do best: yap. We yapped and yapped. It was great
finally meeting the folks whose journals I've read for so long.
I lost my virginity to a girl that I met at a computer-type
get-together when I was 17. I guess that makes it 1996. Wow,
it's only been 6 years that I've been terrorizing women and sheep alike?
It seems like more. Anyhow, this get-together at Club Deville
was reminiscent of that. The "BBS meet", not like losing my virginity.
If only.
I talked to a rare virgin friend of mine the other day about what it's
like having sex for the first time. I told him it's like riding a
waterslide. You walk up all those steps to get to the mouth of the slide.
It can be kindof scary. Then in a moment of determination you decide to
"go for it!" "Wheeeeeeeeeeeee". Tons of fun for a very brief time,
and it's over before it's practically began. You can't stop grinning,
and all you can think of is doing it again and again.
And so you do. :-)
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 02, 2002
Club Deville is a fun little bar. Here's a photo from last night.
Left to right: me, Jessica, Travis, and Amy. You'll remember Amy from last
month's alcoholic adventure. Travis works with her at
Book People.
He's a swell guy.
Jessica is an old acquaintence that I'm just now really getting to know. She's
a peach.
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Posted by Administrator on Mar 01, 2002
