Veggie.

Jul 31, 2001
I got drunk on Grolsch and painted my site green. Yes, it's THAT good. What do you think?

I have recently plunged back into photography. Medium-format photography has also captured my attention. I've been trolling ebay and other sites for cheap medium format cameras. My friend Dory sent me this link. She designed and built that site. I am totally in love with the square film format. Yum.

My birthday was Saturday the 29th. Happy birthday to me! I'm an old fart now. I'm figuring out what I should buy myself for a present. I have been drooling over medium format cameras and a Line6 POD (guitar amp-synth thing).

Natasha has been stimulating a lot of sexual/creative energies in me lately. It's so cool having someone to share common interests with. Also on that front, I'm settling into being non-single. I was happy before, and I'm happy now. It's just different, and I like it.

Pondering what makes a website rock/suck, we unearthed an extremely obvious and oft-overlooked bit of wisdom. Sites where the writer describes their life as if seen through a security camera (ex: got up. took a shit. went to a rock show. smoked pot. went to sleep.) are hella boring, require virtually no talent, and are very common, while sites that create original content, stimulate new thought, and express an individual's opinions are engaging, compelling, addictive, worthy of the reader's time, and are significantly more rare on the Internet. So I'm gonna make an honest effort to keep this one's signal/noise ratio up.

Oh yeah, and that everybody loves bunny rabbits.

Also, there is a world of difference between sites where the designer has graphic skills and sites where the designer just has brain damage. I'm really sick of looking at rectangles. All these blogger kid's sites look the same to me. Mad, mad rectanngles.

In musical news, I discovered Sleater Kinney. They rock. Download "All hands on the bad one". It's delish. They did a cover of "Rock Lobster" too. Gotta love that.

I bought a pair of Teva RS Universal while in New York. I'm contemplating having them surgically attached to my feet. They're SO comfy. If only I still had long hair, I could have the whole Jesus-look going. Ahh well. Jesus wasn't white anyway.

No, he really wasn't. And if he was, not many would have listened to him, most likely.

I could really use a job about now. A job and a milkshake. But mostly a job.